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Time Travel Two leftover deer galloping, floating out of the fog, appearing from another time, gliding down the street and up into yards, stopping to nibble on sculptured shrubs that were never meant to be there in the long-ago wildness, creatures straight from a medieval tapestry, standing by, still, staring at my dog and me, we who are strangers in this misty scene.
BALLOONS Lit. Journal â—? Issue 9 â—? Apr 2019