The Fox at the End of Time

He leaps
trusting his feet
trusting the earth beneath them.
Speed and grace
feed confidence like flames
sends it racing over hills
sharing in its color.

Darting through grass and trees
the pads of its paws feel like heavy rain
a resonance of force
always remains
bouncing through the bones
      a guitar well strung
               finely tuned
strumming a rhythm of motion
a crescendo reached
only now – with the rest of time behind us.

It is beautiful music
silenced by pavement
interrupted by the sounds of cars;

Some screeching to a halt
               others accelerating.

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