By D. R. James Three teen deer have begun of lateto make daily dusk-time stops out back,their flat flanks and thick, angled necksdepicting stumps and trunks that thenmove and materialize and re-blendas busy muzzles forage-and-freezethem across the frosted lawn. However inventive their camouflage. Yetonce I look up, so do they, slightlywhite faces and twice-twitching earsalert … Continue reading Same Old Same Old
Academy of the Heart And Mind 