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foxfire

foxfire
there is something holy
about a fox at dusk,
the way it appears
without arriving,
all rust and shadow,
as if the evening
thought briefly
about becoming alive.

it watches me
with the calm suspicion
of something
that has survived people.

i do not move.

neither does it.

for a moment
we agree
not to ruin this.

then it turns,
slips beneath the trees,
and leaves me standing there
with the strange feeling
that i was the one
being observed.

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Malana Kline

Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.

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