
FOXES
The sight of the pair
eating bread crumbs on the lawn
makes me imagine I want you
to come back, stand by me again.
Stunned by their green eyes
I am fooled into thinking
I hear you say, as you said,
in the last days of winter
they hunt together.
They are misplaced, they are starving.
But what power! They change me,
change you 800 miles away, wherever
you are. We are at the window
looking out, married in the agreement
that the free suffer.
by Nancy Simpson
First published in Portfolio 1984
Included in NIGHT STUDENT, State Street Press