Three FoxesAuthor(s): George SheltonSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 19, No. 3 (Fall, 1989), p. 57Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20152915 .

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and I was walking on the sidewalk,

the weight on my knees.

They hurt, I tell you.

Three Foxes

Outside,

three foxes

and a cleverness you've never known

in a secret wood with leaf mold

and desire in a long, horizontal nose,

yet a special intellectuality lifts the breakfast egg from the pan,

and you trust this.

You shower your body,

kicking the baby, in the head, by the lamp,

brush your teeth,

stepping on your office mate's throat,

comb the hair,

aiming the car bingo over a cliff.

Look into the mirror with a mouth full of pearls,

shaking the hand of this man you meet each day, ask how he's doing, and ignore him the rest of the long day.

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