On a Friday of heartbreakone of the neighborhood vixenshelped herself to cherriesdropped on the groundby our backyard treenosing nonchalantlyfor a hospitable half hourno question to her freedomsjust an omnivorewith no dilemmaonly juicy bursts of sourand gentle pink lightthrough tree branchesat the end of a better dayin the history of foxesthan of humans. Stacey Murphy, 6/24/2022
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