Deer in the Woods

Away from the house & yard
the deer seem larger
almost powerful

like the doe who stepped into
the middle of the old woods road
one morning after a heavy snowfall
her puffs of breath
barely rising in
the still air as
she turned her head to look
beyond me

& I would’ve seen it
had she brushed against so much
as a twigful of powder
when again the thick laurel
closed around her

*

envoi

stock-still
in the eyes of a wandering doe I’m
a tree among trees

on this fresh page a single letter
or less
a diacritical mark

a part
of whatever poem remains
when all the world’s prose gets edited out

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