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A Deer Stalks

Night stampedes wind-horses. I edgily negotiate the sharp corners of swerving shadows. The hind hoof of a doe slaps the reflection of my startled face, the Chevy twitches, plows on - headlights rake the earth. From a rear-view mirror I see myself prone on the asphalt, terrified limbs still stamping over a shell-shocked mind. The deer chased its bones, disappearing into the sight unseen. Night dropped its iron curtain. Later, I sleep dead-eyed behind a spinning wheel.

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