This is an old post from February 2011. Words awoke me the other morning, repeating in my mind loudly, obtrusive. At 4:27, I snapped on my lamp and scribbled them down. Faces sharp Red coal eyes Gold afire Watching Waiting I tried to remember the dream that had birthed those words, but it had vanished. … Continue reading Watching Foxes, Poem 2023-0206)