Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote,
followed the road to Ixtlan,
to where it veers sharply left.
There, he quit that road, descending
carefully along a narrow wash, into
a gully where Agave plants grow.
The ol' fella sat on red sandstone,
sucking sweet Agave juice, and
smoking Tobacco in Blue Corn Pipe.
Life was good.
Soon, Dust Devil arrives....
Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote,
watched intently... watched Dust Devil
sweep Tobacco's smoke from that gully.
"Hey, Devil! Hey, Devil!" Coyote said,
"Why do you sweep away my Blue Corn
Pipe Tobacco Prayer?"
That Dust Devil swirled and danced
around the ol' fella's feet....
"Never could understand Devil speak,"
muttered Coyote, sucking hard on
Blue Corn Pipe's stem.
"Betcha Devil leaves you a sign,"
the Agave said.
Suddenly, that Dust Devil swirls
and escapes the gully.
"That was better than TV,"
the Agave said.
Coyote sucked on that pipe,
and stared at his feet.
Yes, he stared at his feet
for a spell.
Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote,
stared at his feet, and spoke:
"See, Dust Devil left six pebbles.
Yes, Ol' Dusty left six pebbles
on my feet. Three on the left foot
and three on the right foot....
I suppose that means something?"
Coyote yawned and fell asleep.
The Agave felt a tickling joy
in its roots.
Ol' Coyote dreamed.
When Coyote woke from his dream,
and opened his eyes, he still
smoked that Blue Corn Pipe, and
those pebbles were still on his feet.
Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote,
took the pebbles, and blessed them
in Blue Corn Pipe Tobacco smoke.
Then, he cupped those pebbles
in the palms of his hands....
Yes, he cupped those pebbles,
and rattled....
Agave Spirit came and sat by
the ol' fella....
Dust Devil swirled and danced
along the road to Ixtlan.
Good medicine always!
LaurieC
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