It was a moment
when coyotes sang 
their usual chorus –
running with freedom
on their backs, over hills
golden from the rays,
no longer emerald by the mist

that carried me into a 
dream state – my breathing
in sync with his, our minds
cloud-floating in a
marshmallow sky

even in this tranquil state,
I managed a smile
while Frank sang, “Come
dance with me”

and so, we gently tapped
and swayed to his rhythm,
embracing like there’s no
tomorrow –
a charmed moment of bliss
that ended in one tender kiss

Lauren Scott © 2018