Not unexpected

Sixty-five mule deer
laze again in the stubble.
It’s doe season, but
too many hunters
rode shotgun three days ago,
looking for prey.

And that's the signal
for every one of them
to casually wander
down to town - like always -
to a place where gunshots
draw attention - mostly.

 At night in the yard,
an apple hits the lawn.
It is gone by dawn.
Despite the grumbles,
this is not unexpected.
Deer know what they know.

news from a small town 13, October 2012

Minam Grade

Confronted with private wishes run awry,
do you make or run, rage or numb? No one
tells you this – but there are many ways
to get to the place you are going. And
you even don’t have to know where that is.

For: Any trip you don’t get lost at least
three times could be paradise or at least
opportunity lost. Just fly the scary corners
one loop at a time, and then decide
whose wishes are those, and how do you know?

news from a small town 12, October 2012