On Driving Through the Bluffs Samantha Schwanke The sky is now velvet in its darkness. My car emanates a flash of white beams On and off, from high to low. Dancing between the road and the ditch is a deer. Light, feminine, dog-like, pursuing, no Persuading itself to follow its companion Across the black blacktop. I honk once, twice, It skirts and scatters and disappears into the dark, deep ditch and I wonder if it was ever reunited Or if it even made it across.
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