Along the SGRT: She Had No Sneakers On

 

Coyote was out there, dancing in the dry grass
Out there where water once would flow

Before a city sucked it all away.

I thought she had a bone whistle

In her mouth

And was playing notes of enchantment

Notes of calling

Like an ageless Pied Piper.

She had no sneakers on

But she jumped

And pounced all the same

At some little sound only she,

With her big coyote ears,

Could hear.

Only briefly did her performance pause

With ears

And nose

And eyes 

Declined to the ground, and then

Pounce!

But the hard packed crust

Unyielding

She looked up and noticed.

There were spectators

And she became suddenly shy

Bowed,

And retreated.

Rarely is Coyote caught off guard, taken by surprise. I may be easily entertained, but if ever you come across her, or him,  in one of those moments stop your racing and just watch for however the show goes on. It is highly entertaining. Little surprises - one of the many reasons to ride.

Chalan Rest Stop. What tale is Omar telling? It seems to be highly entertaining too.

notice the bells on the bars...

now, notice the bells on Tamera's Camelbak? I don't know, she just has a knack for finding people who will give up their possessions just because she says. "I like your... [fill in the blank]. 

on the verge and already the August clouds are building

Just to finish up, an because I am a big fan of Harry Fonseca and his many Coyote images:

"...Some say that Coyote is on the streets and in the alleys

That Coyote lives in L.A. and San Francisco and eats out of garbage cans

That Coyote talks to his asshole and usually takes its advice

That Coyote howls at the moon because it never stays the same

That Coyote doesn't like change

That Coyote is change..."

(Just a portion of the poem Coyote, by Harry Fonseca)