Red Foxes near Cogne
More sinuous
than the icy water foaming
below, the holly-pawed fox
gazed at us
like a planet
with hungry eyes.
Snow danced in its tail.
Its red mate appeared. Bare oaks
whispered.
The two heads lifted in the wind.
To their left and right coming
winter like a bible.
-published in Mississippi Review
Something
As if hearing thunder, far off,
I wake up at three or four,
the dark a musty, breathed up closeness,
and turn my pillow over.
It’s like a voice, or voices,
powerful, carrying convincing waves.
Often there’s even a tomb.
I feel my heart pounding
as if I were living a consumed dream,
the warm
comforter no longer such. Something.
Don’t sleep one minute more.
Published in Kenyon Review
