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Fox and You
If you saw the fox,
know the fox saw you first,
and not out of the corner of her
eye.
If your breath caught
when image of a precise
snout, wise eyes, thick bristling
stone-and-cinnamon fur struck
your optic den,
know that’s the sort of guiltless,
guileless reverence the best of
the best Beliefs have in mind.
If she returns
to you, taking a path through dream,
know by dawn she
went back to milk-drugged pups.