I just remembered the red fox
that showed up by the snowbank as we drove
to find a spot that night. It ran ahead in the net of headlights,
drew us out
into the unplowed road
until we listed, a tugboat, you said,
in whitecaps, trying
to push on.
I remembered you too,
that way we were together, your small body
ferrying mine,
and past the window,
empty houses on hills of snow,
a plow
rasping below, salting
streets, and
under your teeth, lament.

ph 11/1/17. Guelph, Mew Lake, Algonquin, Canada.