i found the fox

in the summer heat
i found the fox
and the cold burn of anger
the fox ran the line
where trains travel
clickety clack
full of humanity
yawning their way to work
the rumble of great freight carriers
coal and oil on the line
to somewhere
in the cooling dark
of the long days end
i found the fox
and the ice of rage
the fox sat in the shadows
on the bank beneath the line
waiting for what
and i remembered
that nothing lasts forever

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