Black Fox


Black Fox

calls me in the night.

“Come and play.”

But I am wound up tight

in strands

of bitter things.

Black Fox says,

“Let me chew

through your memories.

Then, they won’t tie you down.”

But when I look,

they are deep in the Earth.

Roots have grown

from the places I was cut.

“Too bad.” Black Fox laughs.

“It would have been fun

to run through the night

with you.”

But I know,

Black Fox is just a pup.

One day, he too

will grow roots.

We all return to the Earth.

Maybe then

our spirits will be free

to run through the night

with Black Fox.



DJR – 2023

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