Lonnie B. Hodge

Rookie (1953 / Pueblo, Colorado)


Below open spires of red rock
the deer rinses dead skin
from his shriveled antlers,
then hobbles away, browsing,
through buckskin grass,
color gone worthless in the fall sun.
He has turned broadside to me,
but he is safe. I have no weapons
but memory. Our last hunt here,

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