FoxBorough

pittering
(too busy to patter)
skurrying &
slinking.
daintily
magically
fearfully,…
trickstery.

stopping
in order to
sniff
my heart’s intent,
he turns to go-
and turns again
to
sniff some
more.

Keeper of secrets
and mysteries,
and this boy’s imagined
histories.

Guardian
of misty nights,
and impromptu
smiles.

Mr. Foxy Fox,
welcome home,
to the castles,
and pyramids
of my mind.

A Kiss

​The long drawl of cicada song: hundreds of crescendos, and not one diminuendo.
woodpecker’s pounding is accentuated by dropping acorns.  
Robins and cardinals and finches and catbirds each offer brief, yet  impassioned solos.  a night heron croaks in, right before bed, and two fish sound the cymbals across the glassy stillness.
Dragonflies dance to these luscious sounds of summer, drunk with a lust, and a need unquenchable, they fly in tandem, fulfilling Summer’s ripe promise.

and

two Lovers,

amidst this perfect symphony.

exchange a KISS.
a KISS 

to answer that singular question,

that will usher in a lifetime 

of mutual discovery, sensualism,

revelations, freedom, and….
oh, but for a kiss

Unfolding

Can you feel
the miles, and miles
of open road
and
beaten trail
and rugged bush
opening,
and unfolding
before you?

will you be ready,
when Coyote
riding atop Wolf
and pulling Horse
summon you
to convene with Eagle?

Are

you ready?
because they left a note
for you
last night.
left it at your door as you slept.
they will meet you over the next hill,
if you leave
now.

what
are you
waiting for?

Rainbow Bridge Tree

Hey buddy
how are you?
what are you doing here?
isn’t it a nice tree?
like a cradle
in the sky.
I miss my mom.
do you miss yours?
what are we doing here?
I prefer  a crawfish to a chicken bone
but,
we ain’t got none.
this is a nice tree.
I hope they don’t chop it down
like my other favorite tree.
they chop down a lot of trees.
I don’t like that.
but I like trees.
oh shit, quiet!
it’s ‘Gus, you know,
Killer G.
he ate my momma.

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