The Deer
The Deer
She came to me
out of the purple dusk
sure-hooved and restless.
Ears up
neck arched
Doe-eyed.
I stretched out
a handful of offering.
All that I had.
Two beings reaching
communing in this vast space.
Wilderness bound -
The Town crowding us both out
beyond forgiveness
to the last curb.
Yet here we stay -
locking eyes
growing old
feeling our way home.
Again.
It is nearly one in the morning.
She has been asleep for hours in our bed.
Little hands tucked up under little ears.
I think it is not too many hours until she wakes again.
I stand and stretch
moving toward the stairs to join her.
But instead of passing you
I remove from your lap what distracts you and sit
straddling you [...]
