A wounded fox. A vulture. The agreement they make. Padlock a key slips into, unlocks.
All that lives carries the sky away inside it (that is all that breath is). Where the fox was is the
grass stitching the sky down.
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Patricia Davis’ poems and translations have appeared in Smartish Pace, Third Coast, The Atlanta Review, Salt Hill, Crab Creek Review, Kestrel, New Laurel Review, and other journals. She was a Lannan Fellow at American University, where she earned her MFA, she is translations editor for the literary journal Poet Lore. She lives in the Washington, DC area, where she works in human rights advocacy.