Night Deer
The dark drives wind-horses.
They enter the car through your eyes
as you side-slip bends,
veer from contorted shadows.
Once, the hind hoof of a doe
slapped at your face,
the Chevy twitched,
it plowed onward
into the frozen hide of the earth.
When you looked through the rear mirror
you saw yourself
prone and trembling on the asphalt,
while the white-tail escaped
through the iron anvil of night.
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