Two mornings consecutive the Dagenham Fox
has come to see us. On Saturday asleep in a ring
of grass, today in haunches on next door's shed.
As Dagenham is both London Borough & Essex
- as if a water drop could run inside a full glass -
the fox, in terrace-red coat patched black,
is both of the city & of the grass. We held Pavel
at the window as we watched him stoop
towards the full black sheep of the binbags


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