a scrawny fox-trot
skirts the high-rise;
hunting pink, its snout
smells human debris.
wary of legs and wheels
follows a vulpine map:
backalleys, culverts,
stairwells, fencing -
its world of obstacles.
untamed denizen
of concrete haunts -
the face behind boxes,
gone in a glance.
vii.2000
