A fox framed by a barn door
stares at me.
He does not run away.
He seems to know something
Like two people in love.
I am I and you are you.
No one really knows the other.
A brown creek tumbles over flat stones
like the ones daddy skipped on the bay.
Shadows feel like cobwebs.
Later, I stare at sunset from an airplane window
My spirit diminishes as we lift.