Poem March 3, 1962 Issue

THE LITTLE FOXES

Doris A. Lewis

What seeming innocence
those small encroachments on the vine of thought.
So unimportant, nothing to be caught
and stopped like thievery or crime.

They leave no evidence,
or so it seems, until one looks for fruit
and finds no inspiration at the root
to weave the trellis of the mind.

But why this impotence?
Seek out the sly marauders in their lair;
deal with unauthorized suggestions there
before their cunning spoils the vine.

Doris A. Lewis

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