I head to town After a quarter-mile Two deer trot the road Feeling independent One goes north One goes south No coordination A small grouse lifts Settles at once on a snowbank I continue Four more deer Like the horsemen They are together Turn south and Leap over snow-pile Heading for water or food The sky is gray Weather is damp and cold What else lies before us? I cross the railroad tracks Look both ways Deer in each direction The road is slippery Must be careful I get to highway It is clear and dry My car vibrates Snow build up in tire wells I get to town Stop at thrift store Find a wooden carved moose The size of a basketball Feel like the King of Sweden Find a lovely cross-stitched chicken Made by someone in Paraguay I love chickens And moose Then find a tall clear blown glass vase This day is good Life goes on Stanski January 29, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 