Crossing




For a week the blood

smear as deer had

dragged herself

on broken legs to a side

of the road and lay there

like a hand swipes

a frozen window.



There she watched the last cars

and shooting stars, took a final hit

off the moon where no Injuns

ever stood either and she promised.



Praiseworthy Appearance



On Friday night

the fox speeds up

to make it -

away from the town

full of light and actions.

The way he smooths on by -

a little train of feet, film

made of fur and tail

in one brilliant line.

Left to right as if

a switch lifted and the chute

opened through which

he aimed and shot.