Bones are coming. Crows
wait on posts, coyotes in field:
they smell nôhkom's stew.
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*Note: The word coyotes in the second stanza should be read kai-oats (not kai-oh-tees).
About the Creator
Jennifer A. G.
🇨🇦 Canadian Writer, Painter & Embroidery Artist
♾️ Métis Nation
🎓 University of Victoria Alumna
📝 Publications: The Malahat Review, Freefall Magazine, Geist, Best Canadian Poetry 2026
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