Texas Highways Xvi Poem by Armadillo Poet

If I were a coyote, I'd run after a wolf:
Awkwardly paw and call her beautiful.

There's something about dogs:
Transforming rabies and barking
To smiling and nuzzling.

And there's something about people:
Having seen generations obliterated
By the small pox, cholera, and corona

That will change contagion and hiding
To laughter and long overdue embracing.

But as for me:
I will still seek out a fearful place:
My neck in the she-wolf-mouth,
Daring her to bite.