The Guest

a fox flowed into a

suburban backyard

liquid quicksilver sunset 

she toured the trim grass

green screams lingering

nibbled the geraniums

and marigolds

napped in the shade 

of a freshly painted gazebo

and before slipping out

through a narrow 

gap in the fence

the fox raised her 

nose to the wind

breathed in deeply 

then took a shit

on a statue

of Buddha


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