by Andrea Potos

A large doe bounded into view
at the entrance to the woods.
Fast I put on my brakes.

Her pause was a hand
that nudged me
from where I sat in the muddled
busyness of my life.

Time was no measure between us

before she leapt into leaves’ camouflage
and I lost her.
Though now I know her
to be somewhere,
gifting her stillness to the air.


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