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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