Thursday, November 28, 2013

DEER SEASON ~









Deer Season




If I am a deer

No one will find me


I’m gone —


There are still places
No one man has been
 


I would turn the color of oak leaves
When I move into sunlight I am sunlight

 

As always I will hear the voices of
Hunters breaking through the woodlot

 

They sound lost
Look disfigured

 

I can standstill for as long as 
It takes for them to walk by

 

I’m invisible —

 

The deepness 
Of lakes




____________________

Bob Arnold




photo : peter miller