Monday, August 13, 2012

School Again

I round the corner by the junior high musing
            that the intersection will be crowded
                        in the morning

when school resumes. A doe and faun
            cross in front of me, the faun
                        struggling to keep the pace.

Aware of the sudden upswing of traffic
            at that hour, the doe has already
                        rung the schoolyard bell.

Her deer-child studies the dangers
            that separate lush yards
                        from the woods beyond.

She'll be safe now, and I will settle in
            from my morning swim to translate
                        Odysseus meeting the Cyclops.

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