Ruth Daigon

They move in towards the house. Snakes
slip through hedges. A red fox
squatting on its tail, devours apples

from our tree. The lawn's sieved by rodents.
A shadow of a wing covers the wall.
With a terrible hunger they inhabit

my green jungle of sleep.
Lewd, toothy, carnivorous, they signal me
with dream claws and fangs.

I signal back with ancient mouth
and furred throat until the bloodrush
in a linkage of dreams.


The 2River View, 3_1 (Fall 1998)