Fawn Ghazal - Poem by C.J. Sage
Inside a snowy blanket which put the trees to sleep,
I heard a fawn.
Out past the window's ice coat in the morning, I
found a sleeping fawn.
There are men in yellow kitchens watching hands of
while men in orange jackets dream in secret, of
capturing a fawn.
When I was younger I was taught, but have forgotten,
When I am older I will learn, by necessity, the
light-footedness of fawns.
Someone left a lily on my doorstep, eggshell white
with speckled leaves;
the card of introduction said the flower's name was
Sages wonder if it's possible for men to turn to
I wonder if they've pondered the agility of fawns.
Submitted by Joe Shields
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