Two Things Added Equal a Third

The deer didn’t move—on our walk—little deer

where the path turns toward the road—I spoke to it—

said my you’re pretty—said we should do this again—

in my best holding-a-baby-in-my-arms voice—and slid by—

and felt as I did when my pants came back

from the dry cleaner’s with wild roses in the pockets—
People on couch
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