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Monday, February 4, 2008

look down from the overpass

unbounded by fences or freeways
following the ancestral trails, the deer
with rocking backs, the angled spoons of their ears

predatory traffic takes a few
does not eat them
their splendid bodies lying in the road
unused
Posted by castlewon at 2:16 PM

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