Wednesday, June 8, 2011

3133. DAYBREAK

DAYBREAK
I saw two deer at daybreak dancing -
as light they stepped across the road,
just ahead of me, in a balletic frisson
of stately grace and a very composed
inner fury. Eyes lit, ever sentinel,
looking. For that moment, in the grass,
they stopped and, with a graceful
twist each of the neck, stared back
at me, over their shoulders watching,
while the sky, in a gentle light,
transformed itself slowly to day.

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