Fawn

Ima

Photo: Jamie K. Reaser

Is any human heart

naïve to the texture of

abandonment?

Here I am snugged in

tall grasses and sunspots,

Still but for my newly-boned rib cage

and the short-bodied flowers

that play flower games in exhalations.

I could be here all day;

What joy there is in bird song,

and the tremendous leap of

shiny

green

grasshoppers,

and soil – how it smells.

I am of this place

and its daily-recounted secrets.

I ask you:

"Please don’t save me."

I am busily laying in this meadow,

saving you.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Wild Life: New and Selected Poems" 

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