City Deer

city deer

the snapped twig was all it took,
sending the city deer scuttling down the hill
and you called over to see if i'd seen her,
so I walked over to where you were standing,
snapping more twigs with every step;
it was early spring and the ground was covered
in remnants of dead grass and Corona bottles.

we saw the deer cut a path further down
toward the railroad tracks until she disappeared.
the grey clouds sunk over the downtown skyline,
and the garbage reservoir rippled below,
little waves of poison reaching toward the city's center,
and as we stood there on the undeveloped plain
you asked me if i was getting sick of you yet.
how could i not say no?

Original 4/5/11

Revised 6/6/12 by J. Porter