• Gary Hunter

The Shiest Deer - March 10, 2022

there’s always a poem waiting

in a crack of night

as there are many hidden

in the light of day


you know one’s there

you can feel it

almost see it

maybe caught a glimpse


so how do you pet a shy deer?


by replacing the desire

in your fingers with

offering it something

it loves - corn


a poem is no different


hold a few shucked kernels

of your sweetest and curious

self in your open hand

and don’t make a move


until she licks the pen

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