Poem: The Deer

The Deer

A three-legged deer races across
the dead grass, the hooves
like a
rainwood stick

A gaseous odor follows, as
the three-legged deer
opens the back door.
Its blue tongue frolics
In the dog’s water bowl.

We fold it into
the cabinet.

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