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My Soul is a Pack of Coyotes
by Ted Keer


My Soul is a Pack of Coyotes

My soul is a pack of coyotes
Trying to catch a rabbit
In the field of my imagination.
My heart is a flock of seagulls sleeping on water
With fish going right under them
In every direction
Just like my bloodstream.
My body is like an Encyclopedia of bones,
Every bone is like a different word
Making my body the way it is.

-Ed Thompson's Sister's Son

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