Fox Fire

Fire across dry meadows
from the strong hand
sweets
fox glove    fox grape    fox terror.

I have seen it leap
Indianlike
up the eaves
scout the tall gables
charge in assault downstairs.

I have sat at table.
I have heard the shoemaker
cry out.
I took up my flail.

Vulpes of the Flaming Tail,
changer of money,
whipping along in his chariot:
From the hunter
honey.