I found a fox elder
standing under a box elder.
He wore a dapple suit with a pipe in his mouth
then tilted his hat to greet me.
He leaned against the trunk of the tree
or the tree leaned against him.
I can’t remember which
but with a swish of his tail he asked me
“What time is it?”
I couldn’t reply;
I didn’t have a watch.
After a moment
I told him:
“I’m sorry sir, but I haven’t a clue.”
He replied, “What a pity,
a young woman should know when supper’s due.”
This was originally published in Spring 2018 edition of The Helix.
