Spring 2007 • Vol. XXIX No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 2007 |

Junction

Fox, you are overwritten. Freeze-frame vision too like a poem. I brake and the children clamor, noses to glass, chill mirror. Languid, askance, at leisure— slow motion that spells disaster—so unlike your usual flare and streak, I have to check for tail to reckon you. Reckless, a matter of time. Your beauty is none the less. Your eyes fix mine as if to guess at destination, what brings us to this pass. On our way to the nameless, brazen as day, no truce, no cover, marked man, you appraise and release us. 

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