We look both ways
at the end of the road,
the well-honed edge
of commerce and convenience,
trucks and traffic
across the bridge—
river without water.
In their own world,
some deer forget:
quick scramble of hooves,
a clatter slipping
on concrete and asphalt.
We look both ways
wanting wild cover
and shade, leave
great hearts behind
to trespass
into an urgent world.
drycrikjournal 
Domesticated, we die / In the wild, we expire . . .
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I like that, Peter 🙂
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Like babes unaware of change or future, they adapt ’til it’s no longer.
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Right, as will we.
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Is your truck OK?
On Sat, Apr 11, 2015 at 7:08 AM, drycrikjournal wrote:
> John posted: ” We look both ways at the end of the road, the > well-honed edge of commerce and convenience, trucks and traffic across the > bridge— river without water. In their own world, some deer forget: quick > scramble of hooves, “
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