Dry dirt cratering
a doe glides across the yard
eats the fallen fruit.
Artwork by Franz Marc (1880-1916), titled 'Deer at Dusk' dated 1909 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
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Sunday, July 25, 2021
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Rae of sight
She was the one who spotted
a fawn in the thicket.
She felt watched and sought the source.
Her eyes pulled up to the top cap of a cement post
where a cat has perched his torso behind a trees' trunk,
she catches a green flash and but holds it like a butterfly.
She did not smell the smoke since she was not there,
she pointed out the scorched earth,
noting the stain of fire.
The marine layers danced in choral lines
without fear of heights,
her sights set upon cirrus clouds,
she traces her lips over the shape of words
forming patches on her salted skin,
she is alone in wondering
how to move the world
without making a sound.
Painting by Franz Marc, 'Deer in aMonasteryy Garden' (1912) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Painting by Franz Marc, 'Deer in aMonasteryy Garden' (1912) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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