They move in towards the
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
and furred throat until the bloodrush
in a linkage of dreams.
View, 3_1 (Fall 1998)