Today's poem is by Ewa Chrusciel

Dreams of Foxes

Making music with its bone, fox triangulate—
seach muscle a prayer clasped in attention.
Each muscle fulfills its destiny. Caress. Arch.
An arc of wu wei to find that point in space. Astute dive towards
innocence. Fox eats like a saint,

making music with its bone. With seven doors,
a vole under the snow,

fox puts branches in the holes.
It bites the snake's head,
swings it against a marigold tree
into its sainthood.

Copyright © 2018 Ewa Chrusciel All rights reserved
from Of Annunciation
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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