Cory Crouser
The Fox
Fox suns in the field
Today, this last sun-day
Of fall; almost
A mirror to September: blue
Glass bowl of sky
Once more
After several lifeless days of rain; and
Pregnant with noise, today,
To wit: A two-
Seat plane hums someplace
Behind a suntanned ridge;
Cattle lowing in the silver hay;
And odors of gut
Again flashing on a gentler breeze,
Of juniper, of gasoline;
Today
I have humped the tractor up and
Down the yard;
Scalped black sodden earth
Where prescient mole has raised his arching roof
Of sod, unroofed his winter map
And wrecked his work of these past weeks.
Come see now:
The fox eats.
Cory Crouser is a writer and photographer based in Virginia’s Blue Ridge. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Hollins University. His work frequently explores questions of place. Cory shares a small cabin on a modest number of forested acres with his partner, Emily, and their two cats, Kisa and Toaster.
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