Daughter/Mother and A Hare at Dusk
Cat! Big!
“There’s a fox! Look!”
No people.
“The fox doesn’t live with people.”
Light.
“The headlights scared it.”
Gone, Trees.
“The fox is gone, it lives with the trees.”
A hare at dusk
Sideways half light edges
through the grown-up conifers
in this vacant playground
and a blurred orange wind
ever so slowly swings.