You Have a Thing for Helping Women, Don’t You, Officer White

A fox grazing with a cat
Passing by and the dog
Barks through the fence while the
Children shout—the mother screams, growls.
It is the human voice that makes the water drop:
I remember thinking about that in Vegas—a hotel—
A different car prowling. And many more foxes, O
Yes: unease
Laced like it’s something to be proud of; and I don’t know: maybe it’s all
The same? Read into whatever you like; but I am so stoned
On the love of the garden most moments—therefore
Who cares! I must hang the washing;
I will always love something. And look! There’s a superficial link
Under each petal.