Summer 2004

Summer 2004

Arlene Tribbia THE TWO I've seen them twice on my way home in the night's soft middle holding at the dark edges of the road, bushes & trees I believe they are two, brother & sister, so sweet & slender & new yet to slippery nights I see them again: the deer hover inside the lit headlights of my car watching with innoocent eyes my heavy car on the road home & I wish they know togetherness always for I know what it is to lose a brother to the light

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