Running Into My Mother on I90 West

A Beat Poem by Connor Wolfe

Day after high school my graduation 

I just walked in—

I found her looking

small—shoulders rounded

sitting in a thin-backed booth 

at an all-night chain. 

The coyote had leapt, she said. 

         —in a long stride, she said

a thin breath from the line 

when the semi struck

And in a gust of fur

                                              —gone. 

It was so graceful