Iron Poet, Round XIII.

[cadhla]

Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it

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[cadhla]

"A coyote," he said, "has no shame:
Shame would slow him down.
He lives on fleetness,
Runs for freedom,
Does not regret."

"A coyote," he said, "has no home:
Home would slow him down.
He dens for a season,
Sleeps where he pleases,
Does not look back."

"A coyote," he said, "has no heart:
Hearts would slow him down.
He loves like a river,
Meandering and fluid,
Does not remain."

"A coyote," he said, "will not miss you,"
And "Liar," said the wind,
And he said nothing more.