i see the deer
backing the car out
of the garage
be honest
did you see me backing the car out
or did you see the deer
seated behind the wheel
peering into
the rearview mirror
why were they in my garage
i wish they wouldn’t
borrow my tools
without asking
Tag: deer
ts’ístn sméyis (20220413)
deer why do you leap in front of my car at the last second deciding you don't want or need to wait until i pass is there something urgent that requires your attention but you took a year off my life and probably your own and I am grateful for brakes and a dry road today
waiting (20210429)
we will wait
for the apple blossoms
to swell, pregnant and fat
and will not tire of
apple picking time
when that time has come
at last
there will be a time for pie
and even piemaggedon
will not slake my thirst
and when the last ones fall
the bruised
and insect ruined
the deer will feast
and thank us
with little piles
of presents
goodbye message (20210425)
the retreating deer
leaves broken hearts
printed in the mud
someone’s at the door (20210408)
deer scratches the front of his narrow face
with a dirty hoof– (do they
have hooves)–leaving a smear of mud
on the bridge on that long
long nose
–what you need, he says,
is a set of antlers
i’d lend you mine but i’m
using them right now
he shrugs, or tries to
his shoulder blades aren’t made
for fake apologies
i toss him an apple anyway
he catches it out of the air
the way my dog might
and bounces away like his legs
are made of pogo sticks
wolf has not let go of my wrist
and leers up at me
smile frothy with his saliva
my blood
–personally, he says
i would have waited
until he helped you out
before wasting that apple
but wolf would not have
exchanged my hand
for the apple
and deer has got his own thing
going on
and as wolf’s teeth sink deeper
i shrug, or try to
it seems my shoulder blades aren’t made
for fake apologies
either
religious experience on easter (20210404)
the forest god
makes an appearance
this time triumvirate
an earth mother
flanked by muscle
that always accompanies
true sacredness
the grass bends under her step
did you think she
would leave no trace
no evidence
she asks no questions
gives no answers
not even hints
only long meaningless stares
she is gone
the ground thumping
like the hollow log
that it is
Poem 20150127
in the dark
on the grass
the broken tree branch
lies like a discarded antler
from some giant deer
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