#poem #poetry #amwriting #nature #spring #fawn

 Still in Motion

reflected in the water the tree remains a tree
beneath the white cloak of insulating spring

phantom as mice not seen peripherally
the fawn comes to drink walking on ground
so heated so heated hot horse shoe hot
hoof on hoof burn slushed snow hoof

crackle bracken crumble break

tonight I will sleep in a barn converted
a bunkhouse on white sheets
my caked boots napping fat swollen

the drinking fawn a framed laps
licks up the mirror dabbled ripple
revertibrate the spine bud branches

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