Wood-Fox, a Sculpture
WOOD-FOX, A SCULPTURE
The fox has drawn a circle
around herself. Deep-red
rich as mahogany. Who carved
these eyes so they etch
a silence in the room
as we go about our reading?
She inhabits a stillness
between the words, a quiet
that survives underneath.
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