In a forest clearing
a woman speaks
to a downy deer
he swallows yellow
flowers from her hand
She tells him twitchy stories
blue stillness, ancient stars
fir, cake, rain
how to smell his way
when to lurk and vanish
in the braided dark
~ Found poem composed/modified from words in Maggie Smith’s poem “Vanishing Point.”
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Beautiful! And the ending is perfect.
Yeah. Another Karen George poem…another “found” gem.
i love it, well done.
Thank you all!