by Hugh Fox
Thou shalt THE FOXBOOK read and only follow
IT, as the leaves fall and the snows come,
the wheelchair sprite into bed, swaddled in her hair,
let's try Siegfried tonight and in the morning chocolate-
cheesecake muffins, a ride into hill/esker territory,
loving the trees that tower out of the roadside
pits, the rivers beginning to frost over, a huge bed
after wienerschnitzel lunch, Les Parapluies de Cherbourg,
peach wine, sex as much as we can, and when we
can't, catch on to the clouds and new moon, the evening
news, thou shalt not kill, or even descend from your
high until you die...and maybe not even
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Hugh Fox is a seventy-five-year-old writer, originally from Chicago, but after marrying a Peruvian and later a Brazilian and spending years in Peru, Bolivia, Brazil, Mexico, Spain, Chile, etc., he has become totally Latinized. A hundred books published, poetry, novels, criticism, archaeology, history, memoirs. Check out Hugh Fox on Internet Search. Especially look for "Way, Way Off the Road", a literary memoir.