Inside Out

after the rain           a trace of smoke

          tinting the air          sliver of twilight

street lights              glistening

          on the road              a red car

speeds past              where

          are you headed       this Friday night

looking for love        sex      chasing

          the dream again

another         hungry coyote

          hypnotized               by a hole

long since      abandoned

          might as well           hope for 

a rattlesnake           to twist

          into one last             rope dance