The Grove Where Deer Rests

In the eyes of a deer,

Another deer,

A fawn, 

Forever unguarded, 

Open to someone ‘s hunger,

Open to skirmish,

Searching for a thicket,

Olive and opaque ,

To live, frolic,

Fearlessly,

Where soft fluid air, 

Never turns taut, visceral.

The deer in me,

looks for that grove.