Arctic Fox by Larissa Andrusyshyn

arctic-fox

Arctic Fox

the fox is
turning white—

Sly, brush against sky.

Here, my feet touch a season
in departure.
You, on the line, in binary.

Communication, over distance, a long winter.
Nevermore and yet again.
The ding with your messages. Watch documentaries,
Hibernate, shed a summer, bring a new coat.
This hazy din of streets swept
where everything was falling. Nothing to show
for what comes next.

Burrow. Dig in and keep quiet.
Sound travels a great distance.

Summer found the soft
brown enfolding white.

-the memory of snow, the fox
taking leave.

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from “Les Neiges d’antan” December 1, 2016 at Le Cagibi

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