Late, last night I went for a walk on midnight streets lit by Mercury vapor lights which leeched the red from all I saw. At the corner of Lincoln Way and East Placer a short haired young woman standing in the shadows half laughing called to me "Remember." "Remember me?" "I'm your friend Coyote." "Ki ye, he, he, ki ye." I remembered her. She still wore the beads and the long leather jacket painted with the scenes from the Time of Dreams. Fondness, the only thing I felt then or now knowing as I do how she loves to trick and how like Koans are her speech. |