ANOTHER DEER POEM


Waves by and for the waves
A democracy is blue or blue-green, opalescent depending
I was held am held & given a fawn
We are holding fawns, fawn-spots eleven, twenty-five or seventeen depending
Hands were beautiful are beautiful will not let go
This wave is the tallest followed by the next tallest wave
Do you? Yes, I have a child   Do you? Yes, a boy
I am given another fawn, another fawn
Through all this the sun, bright as a round of fat
Round of metal birds firing into the muscle below the bright fat
Through all this wave after wave after wave of fawn-spots