Foxes at Twilight — revision

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In flashing sable

quickness, up onto the fading deck

comes the fox

swollen with kits, yipping at the cats

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Sending a dog out

into the dark, I remember

that I gave away my mother’s suede coat

threw out or forgot a last box–

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The straw hat with a thin red ribbon

she wore to meet my father

back from the war

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She looks out

from the stern topaz eyes

of an owl the color of the cottonwood

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She asks, as the moon trembles

on the horizon

are you going to write

that my rage was love?

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Two foxes course in

through the near-dark,

come in to take, in the taking

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Giving back presence,

an afterglow, the body

of the world

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I drink a glass of twilight

I see the dusk through glass

so that it is something more than dusk

it is a mirror of time

in that mirror clouds on fire appear

and disintegrate.

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My face there, with trees

growing across it,

a garden no one has watered

in a decade, my mouth.

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copyright 2010 Jenne’ R. Andrews

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