Copyright © 1999 - 2002 Bob Persons
In my angel arms I ride
I hide in my angel arms that sail
me patiently unchastizing me home.
I remember the arms,
the angel arms that bore me
from my womb over all the
sands that changed from cotton to teeth.
Can I hold others in my arms?
Are my arms the arms of angels?
Can my breath move the wings to soar?
Can my singing angel stand my competition?
Can I go home now?
- Lone Coyote Calls
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Way out in the wilderness
a Lone Coyote Calls.
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
that's a-hangin' on the wall.
- B Dylan