A police van has been overturned,
and the Burger King on the corner is burning.
I have seen this movie before,
I know how it ends, with troops in the streets,
and the charred bones of buildings,
so I turn my face from the ruthless images,
and, just as quietly as I can, lean
on the railing of the back deck
and wait for the gray fox to reappear
from the dark tangled underbrush
into an evanescent strip of bright sunlight.
Howie Good - Hyannis, Mass