In the Mask of a Fox
I trot into the past
as I remember it,
dusk growing like the song
to which I have forgotten words,
the background fading as it does during fog
until, if I am to see, I must imagine
the clotted yellow of the poplar
the dark red of the oak.
No habitation this, just the pale
road leading into mist
and the hills no closer
than their mossy trees.
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Lois Marie Harrod’s 13th and 14th poetry collections, Fragments from the Biography of Nemesis (Cherry Grove Press) and the chapbook How Marlene Mae Longs for Truth (Dancing Girl Press) appeared in 2013. Her other collections include The Only Is, Brief Term, and Cosmogony. She is widely published in literary journals and online from American Poetry Review to Zone 3. She teaches Creative Writing at The College of New Jersey.
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