DOES-IN-WAITING

 

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Hide-outs saved for sane
discussions, always listening
between short sentences

for advances within the dry
and brittle skeletons of spring—
we could forever be nervous

deer on the rebound, come back
to ricochet within a shrinking
wild that we have helped consume.

On the outskirts, perhaps
we feel it now approaching, wind
the scent of human arrogance

surrounding us, that we succumb to
out of necessity knowing
we’re headed in the wrong direction.

 

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