4/19/14

deer in horse pasture

This day has its own concentrations, its own escapes. Such as three deer grazing in the horse’s pasture. I passed them this morning; at first I noticed only one and thought, The brown horse has become strange, thin and strange. Then these other two poked their heads out at me like they wanted to eat the signals of my phone from out of its blue protection.

This is the brown horse I am talking about, the one that lives up the street and only recently began to look healthy. First there were three horses, then two, now just the one. Maybe it had to subsume the others.