Small Steps
7:22 light, sure
She steps out
a shadow detaching
itself from the
woods leaving
the trees behind
she steps ginger footed
down the lawn
between Murphy’s house
and the driveway of Lefrancois.
She enters my eye
while watching Dr. Who
dreaming of Rose
and magic travel time
this doe slightly built
young tender footed
from the Arcacia Club herd
bobs her head
and tail walks her way
down to the road
and sniffs the tar
rank with smells of a
new foreign world
turning in fear and confusion
she runs for mama.
She’ll be back
This one-
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More poems please!
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