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Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I am too late they say.

He or she passed by here

some time ago,

loping and then bounding.

Pairs of halfish moons.

Linear constellations of halfish moons.

That’s how I know.

That’s childhood magic

that remains, still,

this knowing come not

from books,

but from a deer who showed

me how to read her imprint

long before I was instructed that

deer and humans weren’t

the same species.

Deep breath.

I’m not going to lie.

I believe I was instructed,

wrongly.

© 2013-2015/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Winter: Reflections by Snowlight"
Published by Hiraeth Press

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