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Fox Names Me
by Taylor Graham
Under hot sky and the livestock trucks
headed for mountain pasture
under the speeding convertibles
bound for Valley cities,
under the bridge
where swallows daub their nests
with creek-mud and zip mosquitos
above thin water
on a dry-grass slope
across from the tanglefoot-garden
where a forgotten hand
sowed mock-orange and yellow
monkey-flower, and blue-
birds weave a nest of honey-
suckle bark
here stands Fox
in dry annual grass under a plain
June sun
in sable fur with ruddy
prick ears, unstartled eyes
staring at me staring at Fox
unafraid as Eden
taking my human picture
naming me.
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