I was so lost I found myself
out there in the sagebrush
taking coyotes seriously.
Their instructions involved
smoothing the sand out,
sifting through desert detritus
with my fine-toothed hands,
searching for bones shattered
by cavalry carbine bullets,
unspeakable tragedies still unspoken,
and stories no one would tell me.
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