A Magazine of Many Arts

Image by Stephen Lippay

Wounded,

I sink into your flowerbed,

succumb to enchanted sleep.

Purple ropes lash all four legs

to the worm-rich ground

and lavender stink invades my dreams.

Grackles laugh. My tail twitches at the sound.

Waking,

I wince at cold needles,

damn the rain that dissolves

my auburn fur and vulpine claws.

Mind and message melting,

I now resolve: these dregs shall poison

your salvia, fell your foxgloves bright and tall.

Lisa Bradley has sold poetryÂ to GUD, Strange Horizons, and Bull Spec.Â You can find more of Stephen Lippay’s photography at Â http://ajourneyinimagery.blogspot.com/, or at http://www.flickr.com/photos/slippay/collections/.

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