POEM OF THE DAY

Parking in Central Hillside

 

After work, back to my car, parked

in front of the chipped red tri-plex.

Summer's six p.m. outlines only

his sunglasses and voice as the man

says to me through blowing fan in the

first floor window:  "Say I'm Rising Sun

yeah Rising Sun and you're a fox.

 

Yes.

 

I always see foxes.

Red bodies silk along the wood fence

across the street from where I live

as dusk smoothes everything's edge

to its sky.

 

Or at night in front of my oncoming car,

three foxes try to cross the road.

One makes it while the other two

afraid shadow back into trees.

 

The fox that's made it

goes back for the others.

I stop my car roll down

the window say

"Say I'm Liz and you're a fox."

 

Its eyes are spaceships hovering

their dark pupils windows maybe

Rising Sun's and he's gone to bed.

The foxes walk dreams that web

the corners of his eyes.

 

Published in 'November - Poems', 2014.  Originally published in fwriction : review

www.frictionreview.com, 2012.  'Parking in Central Hillside' nominated for

'Best of the Net 2012' Poetry Anthology by the editors of fwriction : review.