Coyote Digs a Hogan

The freshly wed

Coyote and his bride

pitch their tents in Michigan,

at the in laws.

My grandmother learned

the bleached white competition

of immigrant Dutch laundry,

and how to cut her own hair

to cut costs.

She longed for a hogan they could call their own.


Coyote,

alone at the Y in Ohio,

came home to visit my grandmother and

their two daughters every other weekend,

in his quest to find their new home.

An eight hour drive through traffic

and Detroit

fingers crossed

imploring Moon Woman

the Pontiac would make

one more trip.


One day

Coyote found a hogan

hydrangea blue and bleached white

On Pardee Street.

He braved the traffic

and Detroit

one last time, in his old dusty Pontiac

to collect my grandmother and

their two daughters.

Transplanted,

they would soon flourish.

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