You seemed to need me but--when you put those big hooves onto my lap--I don't know. I don't know if poetry can create change in the world or would it even be a good idea--the right direction? We've been lost so many times now.
If, when we heard sirens, we stopped and joined in prayer--would that help? I thought of Kate, because of the time that Frank said she looked like a deer. And I wondered what happens at the moment of death, if there is a moment after. If she suddenly thought oh no I didn't mean it and it was too late to take it back. They're so pretty, deer. It's always a thrill to see one in the woods. But they're dangerous, reckless, they run into the road. We almost hit one that first winter.
And just when I think that I don't want to talk about my feelings, I wonder if I even have any. I mean I know I'm crying but who's crying, why. (Flags planted in the border.)
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