She stood by the side of the road
in darkness, waiting for her mom
to get up. A car had struck her
the day before when the lesson
of the two lights were at its
greatest importance.
Two nights had past when I glanced
at the fawn curiously by her
mother’s side. On the third night the
deer was removed as I was driven
to remember the confusion of a child,
wondering why the caring
had finally stopped.
When the fawn stared into the
shadows with her tentative ears
perked, I felt her delusions of loss.
The fawn’s lectures of life will never
be complete and will always be at
the edge, questioning the irrational
and irredeemable reasons.
DSAL - 12:25 AM - 4/21/2001 ©
Daniel Straight Arrow Lessard ©
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