Bisection
I watched a deer dart between
Southbound and northbound traffic
On the weekday drive home.
The cars squealed their wheels,
Veered sharp right and churned
Up clouds of gray dust
Southbound and northbound traffic
On the weekday drive home.
The cars squealed their wheels,
Veered sharp right and churned
Up clouds of gray dust
From the graveled berm.
The deer went bounding white-tailed
Through the long brown grass
And never once looked back.
Through the long brown grass
And never once looked back.
11/3/20
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