Thursday, 14 April 2016

A poem by Tom Montag

Coyotes Tonight


Coyotes tonight under a sickle moon.
The long song of mid-winter tells of hunger,
asks where food might be found.

The calls hang like loneliness around us.
Only the loons' calls would be sadder,
could we hear loons tonight. We can't.

Instead, we hear distance in the distance
howling into the darkness, the coyotes
working their way away.



Tom Montag is most recently the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013. He is a contributing editor at Verse-Virtual. In 2015 he was the featured poet at Atticus Review (April) and Contemporary American Voices (August) and at year's end received Pushcart Prize nominations from Provo Canyon Review and Blue Heron Review. Other poems will be found at Hamilton Stone Review, The Homestead Review, Little Patuxent Review, Mud Season Review, Poetry Quarterly, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere. He can be found blogging at The Middlewesterner - www.middlewesterner.com

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