near Wells RiverA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertonear Wells River
an old
dirt road in Vermont gray fox struts across barely noticing us
an old sly fox lying in-between the
sheets of life and death barely noticing us
he has walked his roads they lean upward he spreads his wings
foxes can fly..
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Added on March 7, 2017Last Updated on March 7, 2017 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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