When Roe Fell

On a Friday of heartbreak
one of the neighborhood vixens
helped herself to cherries
dropped on the ground
by our backyard tree
nosing nonchalantly
for a hospitable half hour
no question to her freedoms
just an omnivore
with no dilemma
only juicy bursts of sour
and gentle pink light
through tree branches
at the end of a better day
in the history of foxes
than of humans.

Stacey Murphy, 6/24/2022

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