Thursday, January 4, 2007

"Deer Magic" in Dec. 31 Lawrence J-W


they appear

by stealth

and disappear.

They shift into vision —

glimpse of antlers,

dark tails,

and then gone,

the air empty.

In the wetlands

we find a print

crimped in mud,

weighted by a rack.

I believe in them:

mottled bodies

not quite formed

in mist

then gone

before rain clouds

drop over us all.

— Denise Low