The fox who darted just out of eyesight yesterday morning while I poured coffee is screaming
mid-night screaming
so I half-wake, check for the cat, glance at the clock, tumble back into our trip to New York
a brilliant spring day, sunshine and pink trees, a street cafe/coffee shop amalgamation of people
it’s pungent loud, crazy and beautiful
You’re up ahead buying a hand-knit mask, balancing your coffee and flowered purse
I’m pacing by the India-print tunics, on the phone with the ex-lover only you know about, flirting in that way we do so no one overhears
and before I can say I Love You goodbye again to you there in the City on that wonderful city day or to him again on the phone
I’m riding in a pick-up careening through the copse where the screaming fox lives, smashing head-on into a great old beech
its fox-copper leaves jingle like bells to wake me for the day
Image: Poem ©2020, Jen Payne, for Mary Anne Siok on her birthday. National #NaPoWriMo. National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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