No Regrets, Coyote!

The coyotes of Markus Pierson are shy and delicate. They look always awkward, small innocent souls hidden in big bodies.

Of course, like any other coyotes, they are early up in their ranches, brushing out a brood mare's tail, while the sun is ascending. And then they are driving their motorbikes, sometimes passing by a farmhouse burning down in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. So they are often in jail, always mistakenly: it's enough to be the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong moment. And they stay there, in jail, till the sheriff discovers that the actual smuggler, (or arsonist, or just troublemaker) was somebody else.

Sometimes they examine their heart, always perched by an arrow: they discover that they are again in love, again and again.


And they try to please their sweetheart, bringing her flowers, and dancing unbelievable pirouettes.



But the sweetheart is always much too aware that they just come from such different sets of circumstance:

No regrets, Coyote
I just get off up away
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

(Joni Mitchell in a video by SpotNFlo)

(P&C Art)