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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