[from Muddy Prints, Water Shine]
Morning Fog
A deer down
in a ditch, ears high
with listening,
turns away from the road
toward woods
she might leap for
were her legs folded,
not broken
by the wheels of a car
like ours.
Gardens she grazed
are safe from her visits.
A thicket’s flattened bed
begins to freshen.
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ears high and thicket freshens - both yield images of life crying out for more - your writing touches places in me - glad we met at David's workshop in CH
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