... Fox!

lies on the shoulder

by my drive to work.

I wondered first hell

is (wrung pelt, spine

Hey fox! more grains than bones)

that? Then whoa yo, see me

glad! They’re my favorite!

Eyeing each commute

Hey “fox!” hope no one takes it

away. Pretty sure you’re an (—f

o x—) they do! Live here!

Still there? How’s your

Hey fox! fall? Well,

mine: leaves down

our new block! Red and gold

line the sides of our street

Hey fox! full of shhhhhhh,

they mound and we stomp

and we kick, scuffle through

Hey fox! (had none of this stuff

in our desert, nope!),

while the fox’s dull fur

Hey fox! tears away tumbling off,

knapweed, as I fly

Hey fox! past in all thirsty speed—