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Poem: May 20, 1996

It is May 20, 1996 and Jonathan is 16. 

Construction crews have, in 2 days, cleared a 350-400 year old, old growth forest, to make way for the highway at E-470 and Smoky Hill.

The Coyotes are howling in a way that Jonathan has never heard them howl before.

 

May 20, 1996
by Jonathan Kraft

The coyotes howl

They howl for the trees

that were cut off today

by people

who understand nothing,

and care even less.

 

Remember the spider?

The one in the scale?

My brother just used the bug spray.

 

I listen to the coyotes howl
and enjoy it to the fullest.
For I know I will miss it
when they are gone.

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