Today's poem is by Dawn Lonsinger
Fox News
there is no deception
just the calmness of soil
beneath their soft paws, the wide duet
of their ears never floating from their heads
into a stadium of whoops & boostheir fur is no butter, but the mood of butter
the trees around them are rough & dark
& without contouring or
cup holders. this place of trees
is so beautifully & painfully specific
they would like to stay here forever without broadcasts
or guns or flowers made of icingthey would like to keep their pointy teeth & functional skin
where they live nothing has a name
but everything has a texture & a taste:
velvet night, green lake
fennel darkness, sopped woodlet us allege that sometimes the foxes wandernot in search
of bacon, or experts, or the elevated floor
of the therapist's office, and sometimes
we see themred flames cutting
through suburbia or bounding away
from an exit ramp, the whole world flashing fox
for, perhaps, a bit too long ... and let us love
in this year of reckless counterfeit presidents
& more mass shootingshow perfect this news,
how joyous that, in this instance, nothing needsto be scrubbed or shredded
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Copyright © 2019 Dawn Lonsinger All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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