—for Ranger Kenneth Patrick slain August 5, 1973
I. Over high mountain passes
Clouds crawl over the forest.
The forest pierces into the flesh
Of their soft underbellies.
II. Deer hide in the mist-filled trees
Waiting for the storm to pass.
III. Underbellies of deer are white clouds
Brushing the tops of dry summer grasses
Growing along the mountain flanks.
IV. In spring, snowflakes
Rest on the backs of fawns
And lasts until the chill of autumn
Thickens their coats.
V. In winter, the sun dips into darkness.
The earth becomes barren.
The coats of the deer turn grey.
VI. Like a fawn, death itself
Is moving slowly
Through the tall grass.
VII. The winter sun illumines
The red-tipped ears of deer
And fawns shake the snow
From their coats.
Limantour Spit, 1980
rev. 12.81?
1982 Ridge Review
Another ascii-filled poem saved from old school Appleworks. At least I had the sense to capitalize the lines so it was easy to restore. I forgot how much I like this poem.
I used to calligraph my poems. No typewriter.
Through the tall grass.
VII. The winter sun illumines
The red-tipped ears of deer
And fawns shake the snow
From their coats.
Limantour Spit, 1980
rev. 12.81?
1982 Ridge Review
Another ascii-filled poem saved from old school Appleworks. At least I had the sense to capitalize the lines so it was easy to restore. I forgot how much I like this poem.
I used to calligraph my poems. No typewriter.
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