Thursday, April 19, 2018

Big changes for My Birthday

Thunk



Out of the pitch of night 
no one saw it
a loud thunk
it wasn’t until I eased to the side of road
that we could see
chunk of deer wedged in hinge
of passenger door
we knew
and two of us hiked back
to where the large deer
lay, stretched
dead.

was it for us to be reminded
alive
we move on 
the shear suddenness
of passage
just beyond the steep bank
unseen

4/13/18
Mary North




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