Howl

The wind
trails the evening’s cry
over the flowing river.

A coyote drinks:
his sad howl
is all water,
water,
water.
Translated from Spanish

Notes:

Read the Spanish-language original, “Aullido,” and the translator’s note by Michael Bazzett.

Source: Poetry (January/February 2024)
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