By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
the polite red fox
hiding in the trees
Roses red black and blue
he sees what he, please
the shy red fox
back of gothic cross steeples
behind tall soon be logs
hidden in the fog
the quiet red fox
beneath the pile of canvas
painted the town amber
drenched the town red.
July 7, 2017
A verse written for Đinh Trường Chinh