A Red Blur Remembered

A red blur is a wet rag hounded
packs running over green waves
dying desiccated with hot breaths
shadows in time futuring rudely
awakening with little feet
pounding a disappointed nose
ahead of horses’ hooves
riders howling through the wind

fur and froth bites end being
in a tassled pile actually seeming
with fanfare for the common fox
nevered again to be elsewhen.