Beyond the road there are
no speed limits. Coyotes stalk
and the further you go
the less the rules walk.

Cross the boundary line to wilderness
and walk where the laughing tricksters stalk,
further and further
from the lines we have drawn.

You may not have realized, but
I run sometimes with coyotes, but
there are still speed limits for me.

I walk this road road - but you, receding,
stalk, fur-covered and wild-eyed,
heart bled and snapping

and there are marks on my ankle,
marks on my neck,
marks of coyotes
and the coming of rain.