Interloper

  Driving to a trailhead with sunrise blazing scarlet over cool mountain umber. See the profile, the ears, a coyote’s silhouette in a place you wouldn’t expect. Yes, there. Perched on a concrete barrier, rushing lanes of traffic on either side. Stop the car. Not natural, this posture, this poor choice of place for hesitation, yet eyes alert, paralyzed panic,…

Just Dessert

On the way into town, spring tumbles across your face through the open windows of the turquoise Ford pickup. Mom sits beside Dad conquering the two lane, beer gut tucked under the wheel gripped precisely at 10 and 2 o’clock. Behind you, the window frames a gun rack sporting a .30-30 lever action rifle and a 12 gauge shotgun. Fences…