Two Deer Crossing the Lawn


No sound of footsteps--
hoofsteps--
no telltale prints
in the grass
no evidence
of rose filled rumens
no picture snapped
blurry and faraway
no touch of amber coat
or wet black nose--
nothing remains
of two golden gods
sleek and assured
who ambled across the
morning's dewy green velvet
except the snapshot I store
inside
of when they looked up
and saw that they were not alone
in Eden
after all.
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