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Dear Deer



Every day you trespass across my lawn
eating a path through thick grasses
I neglect to mow,
and then you help yourself to the row
of blackberries planted by no one
I recall I know
and now you bring your polka-dot twins
who balance on hind foot tip toes
to reach higher rows
and then an almost inaudible click
of the lens
Captures absences not there a moment ago

Nina Haedrich

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