the arc of the fox’s door

weathered boards of the barn exposed
the gnawed spot, what was undone
the sharp edges of the human hands
a hole where they had been none
the arc of the shape
the dome of the doorway
the floor and the wall
opened for the fox’s den
the entryway of their home
there where man had not been
long since used for the field, the harvest
the ancient barn long fallow
giving a home for the foxes.

February 6, 2012
after hearing reading of “My November Guest”,
and other poems by Robert Frost
Poet’s Corner
monthly poetry readings
Suncook Senior Center
February 6, 2012
&
earlier poem, “In the between of the seasons”
written November 15, 2011
&
earlier poem, “The Grief of November
written November 8, 2011,
after hearing read “The Leaf Treader”,
by Robert Frost
Poet’s Corner
monthly poetry readings
Suncook Senior Center
November 7, 2011


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