Dipping a Toe Back In...

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The Undeniable Pressure of Existence


by Patricia Fargnoli



I saw the fox running by the side of the road

past the turned-away brick faces of the condominiums

past the Citco gas station with its line of cars and trucks

and he ran, limping, gaunt, matted dull haired

past Jim's Pizza, past the Wash-O-Mat,

past the Thai Garden, his sides heaving like bellows

and he kept running to where the interstate

crossed the state road and he reached it and he ran on

under the underpass and beyond it past the perfect

rows of split-levels, their identical driveways

their brookless and forestless yards,

and from my moving car, I watched him,

helpless to do anything to help him, certain he was beyond

any aid, any desire to save him, and he ran loping on,

far out of his element, sick, panting, starving,

his eyes fixed on some point ahead of him,

some possible salvation

in all this hopelessness, that only he could see.

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  1. The BugApril 15, 2013 at 10:10 AM

    ...his eyes fixed on some point ahead of him,

    some possible salvation

    in all this hopelessness, that only he could see...

    Sometimes that's all you can ask for.

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