Barley Corn Moon

Cole lived with his wildcat lover
in a hidden canyon of red rocks 
and dark starry nights
where his music and song
was performed for Ravens
and buzzards and lizards
and all the sisters and brothers.

The Wildcat disappeared 
when the Barely Corn Moon
rose above eastern parapets
not to be seen again
until summer sage
bloomed in a purple
haze of scent.

A blue sky glowed golden
where Ravens soared free
from purple darkness
when vampires flew,
when banshees howled
where there was the sorrow.

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