On a parallel road, one night a deer was caught in a poet's headlights. Dead, too,
was her unbreached child.

Bending around leaping over
the river flows into
someone
else's dreams.

I thought hard for us all—my only swerving—
then pushed her over the edge into the river.

Humanity floats with the current,
with its childhood specter within.


 

 

 

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