Saturday, June 25, 2011

Mary Oliver saw a dead fox

Mary Oliver saw a dead fox
curled inside a tractor wheel
and joined him there.
Looking out as darkness fell
the poet noticed how the stars
embraced them both:
not the smell
or the crispness of his paws,
the stiffness of the once-soft fur --
she didn't seem to see
what had been lost,
but only found the earth's sweet song
of oneness, and of love.

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