SOMEWHERE OVER THERE

FOX

Have you seen
the fox at sunset?
Watch for him.
He is practical and elegant
in his fine, red fur.
The path brightens
as he flashes by,
then melts
into evening shadows
beckoning
like half-remembered dreams.

Was he an illusion
or a poem
I dreamed about desire?
I watch for the fox
every night now
to teach me
how to be a poem,
a red whip of joy
in the dark, a brightness
before I vanish.

- mimi