We had this beautiful, busted buck
in our neighborhood this week
beautiful and busted
eight points in velvet
back left leg
horribly mangled
dark, dangling, infected
no longer a leg, really
just a useless
dead
and dying appendage.
Bad news.
Whilst I rung hands
googled, *smart*phoned
swiped; what to do?
an answer:
duh/nothing
nothing can be done
no water, no harbor
these things can only fuck you up
nothing or only the one thing
A fast flying chunk of dense matter
and all its inertia, the only grace.
meanwhile
he limped off down Washington St.
problem solved?
A few days later he was back again
working his way
painfully? to be sure
down Tillman Lane the other way.
He must be dead now.
we're all meandering to the same place guess.
But maybe not?
won't be surprised to see
him limping by my window
this cervine ghost/zombie tomorrow;
We/I lost our/my best poet yesterday.
I drove down his old street
twice
saw a Giant Swallowtail
nectaring on a butterfly bush
a rare treat
fuck.
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