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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI loved "run your story of footprints"- what a powerful metaphor!
ReplyDeleteI miss seeing deer in my backyard. Growing up, they were always there but living in the city as an adult, never.
ReplyDeleteI like the perspective of your poem and the tone is jittery just as a deer always is on the watch out for danger.
ReplyDeleteIt's so wonderful to see see beautiful creatures like this!
ReplyDeleteOops! I sent an extra "see"!
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