The Deer Mailbox

A buck flashes through the brushstops, ears raised, andpoint blank stares at me I brake and stop deadonly a few feet away,engine off,silence—a cord I call out his deer namethrough the open windowaddressing that verdant desireto speak in animal tongueand meld into lush overgrowth He listens intentlyhis ears flickereyes darkennostrils flare He resumes nibbleof scrub […]

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