Do deer exist in the dark?
Or does dawn extrude them
from night’s residual grace?

I assume so much.

Saw me in half;
bid me choose:

the omniscient brain
drained of wonder, or
blind legs that carry me,
tentative and curious,

through palpable air?







  1. D'Arcy Fallon · · Reply

    Dang, Cate! Nicely done!


    1. Thanks, D’Arce! I would adore seeing your beautiful face over the holidays. I hope you’ll be with loved ones.


  2. Lovely phrasing: “night’s residual grace”.


    1. Thanks, Michelle!

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