Deer Memorial

Two doe in the forest

(down the road)

[out] by the the graveyard
of trees. I watched them

from the Wheel Horse
as the light from the canopy

danced like napalm
on their faces.

I fired-up the tractor.

The deer, (hooves locked)

into the flora-funk, stood
with 4 curious orbs for eyes.

(The faces of the fallen
are hovering in the valley

like cotton wood).