the passing fox and me,
i'm sitting on the far bench
near the woods
late into the evening.
he stops. surprised
that i'm there, unscared.
his slight blonde body
stands still
in the moonlight.
we have nothing to say
to one another.
i nod at him. he goes on
with whatever he's
doing with his life.
i do the same.
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