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THE BRIDGE AND THE FOX
(An Allegory)
Quietly spanning the space
over the banks separating two sides
by a river whose waters
are tinted ruby red
with blood—you stand.
Only the fox dare
challenge your expanse
with its adept incendiary
cunningness—sneaking
back and forth
with precious booty
filling allied shelves—
pleasuring den mates.
Though paw-prints dot
the slippery surface…
no trails are on either side—
only the collateral chaos
that sly cold war maneuvers
leave behind:
meanwhile—a confused world
sits by…palming its head...pondering
the latent weirdness of it all.
