POST 127: Deer, cup of tea, journey, black nose, South Carolina, Maine

by Carol Bass

THAT FIRST DAY

A dark 4 am
a cup of tea
nestled between legs

That alive warmness
opened up a journey.
I might not be on this earth

or I could imagine
being curled up
with a sleeping deer

her hot breath
moving in and out
wet black animal nose
touching my neck

warm wild fur
on this dawn of 3 degrees
Then I felt her walking

through the quiet yard
delicately

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