Night Glints
Headlights strafe the woods:
deer eyes glint.
I am deep into a conversation with myself
unspoken words drop like rocks
into pools of forgetfulness.
Those eyes in the darkness
want to show me a way out of myself,
both sides the woods are closing in
and I have to go faster
or wake up
inside the mind of a deer
looking for my ghost.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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