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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Day Fifteen of Thirty-One: Not My Neighbor



Every day 
watching for you
I worry 
of meeting 
in my lane. 
Whispery stares,
tree bark coats 
blend you to a background. 
Around each corner 
my eyes dance 
side to side. 
Are you there? 
Are you hiding? 
Just a passerby
I sigh
As you
with grilling eyes
say, "Who are you?
Not my neighbor."
And with a snap of your head
run your story of footprints
back to the woods. 





6 comments:

  1. Seeing the neighborhood deer always gives me a thrill...as long as they are in the yard and not in my lane, as you said.

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  2. I loved "run your story of footprints"- what a powerful metaphor!

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  3. I miss seeing deer in my backyard. Growing up, they were always there but living in the city as an adult, never.

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  4. I like the perspective of your poem and the tone is jittery just as a deer always is on the watch out for danger.

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  5. It's so wonderful to see see beautiful creatures like this!

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  6. Oops! I sent an extra "see"!

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