Before dawn the coyotes weave medicine songs dream nets – spirit baskets – milky way music they cook young girls with to be woman; or the whirling dance of striped boys – At moon-set the pines are gold-purple Just before sunrise. The dog hastens into the undergrowth Comes back panting Huge, on the small dry flowers. A woodpecker Drums and echoes Across the still meadow One man draws, and releases an arrow Humming, flat, Misses a gray stump, and splitting A smooth red twisty manzanita bough. Manzanita the tips in fruit, Clusters of hard green berries The longer you look The bigger they seem, `little apples' Gary Snyder Turtle Island