Edges

The deer stepped out in front of my car

so politely, as if to say is this a good time?

And it happened that it was,

perfectly timed between cars and patches of ice.

I braked.  She stepped gracefully across

into the berm of snow

and was gone.

For a while I stayed at the side of the road

admiring the way she separated time,

the deft edge she stepped over.

 

There was a time when I would close myself

in the bathroom with the fan on, humming,

and lay my head against the cold porcelain tub

until a familiar landscape opened up again

so I could enter:

first a faint horizon light,

and then something like clouds pulling a sled

for me to ride on.

Eventually someone might come in,

remove me from the water gone cold,

and lay me down with a blanket.

I would struggle to make my way back

to the body

which had always been holding my place for me.

 

                         

  

                                                               from Bellevue Review

                                                       

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Woweezowee, Missy, Congratulations on your new book!!!
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24.01 | 19:56

Missy,
I have been reading your poems occasionally because I am not used to poetry and need practice. I LOVE this poem.
xoxx Leslie

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Missy-Marie, first, my best wishes & many blessings for the new year 2015, soon to be! Second, congratulations for all your beautiful master pieces creations.

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Still chuckling as I write this. Wonderful nugget of family life.

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