Coyote-Under-Arclight

He glows over shadow
from an arc light just above—
abuzz.
His eyes are black holes, and whether windows
on the soul
(like the man said)
I don’t know,
but what he is
well, I think I can venture a guess
low slung pants,
leaning on a streetlight
in a down vest—
yes, slick trickery personified.

Let’s call him Coyote-
waiting.
So— Coyote-waiting-under-the-arclight
stands—waiting—under the arclight,
salty—doggin the ground in front
of his feet as he flicks his bic
shhhhhick its sparks, negligence.
Coyote-waiting-under-the-arclight
glows over shadows
brightly shines over stark darkness
as he
slinks slowly ‘round ‘tween
the streetlight and chain link fence
stalking—but knowing his game is so tight, it’s a sin.
He doesn’t need to chase his prey, they
will come to him.