Alder and Deer
a doe in the woods
shies from an effortless signpost
of thorns.
none of the thousandth
scrape her.
hasteless
she flows,
snaps no twig.
brittle jags of shadblow
comb her fur
in quiescence.
drops of sun glister,
sifted by noonday birches,
when she cranes
fair.
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