Little Red Fox

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little red fox with

snow on your nose-nostrils, ears

inflate with the cold!

 

 

 

march to a different beat

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the eyes must be shut to march like this

do the toes have eyes?

the fists?

the belly button?

the hair?

the ears?

Riddle#31 Ancestors

Matriarchal Avcestry

Dreams, it has been said, were the first poems and stories told around the fire in ancient tribal cultures. Jan Hutchinson

We gather, holding baskets
filled with fruit;
seeds and juices
of our loins.

Breasts ready to succor,
feet to serve,
ears to learn
what nurture needs.

Umbilical still grows,
Twists its lullabies;
In and out of sleep
and baths and blankets’ cover.

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