Monday, July 20, 2009

And If I Spill Your Blood

What connection
or coincidence
causes me to look up
from coffee and computer
just as the buck picks
his way across the back yard?

In some future moment
maybe I will need
to regress
to this cove of quiet,
the deliberate lift and place
of each hoof, folding
cantilever legs
supporting some greater weight.

This fall when a black
crack! brings down a deer
to fill our freezer,
will I look into those glassy
eyes with recognition?
Of what?

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