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The Thought Of It (Free verse) by Christof I thought:
Who would leave a child outside
On a night like this?
As its howl curled out
And curdled the air
Between us and the baby
We were thinking of.
You must go, you said, and help.
The howl cracked into yelping
And we knew that the sound
Was a fox in a trap
And its cry tied us up
With our unconceived child
And the stars and the fox
All prisoners.
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