LATE SEASON
by David Radavich
The fox can only
be seen in the winter,
after the trees
have caught fire
and fallen to their beds,
after the valleys
stand naked
against the sky,
when ground rises up
to meet the dying
and once again
waters flood through
leaving nothing
but débris
then the thief
struts proudly by himself
across the landscape
smaller than
you’d pictured him
going after
disappearing sun.