Winter Camp

I just remembered the red fox
that appeared by the snowbank as we drove
to find a spot that night. It ran ahead in the net of headlights
and drew us out into the unplowed road
until we lisped
back and forth, a cargo ship in whitecaps, I said,
trying to go on.
I remembered you too,
the times we were together, shapes motionless inside the sheets,
and me reaching down and finding me
still in you.

 

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