Above Berkeley (for Connie)


Past stone houses
Along the dangerous road
We raced, top down
Past the homes of the rich
We flew into the night
To the top

And when we stopped
The March wind still filled my hair
And lifted my breath
High above the bright city
(its streets were constellations
Carelessly glittering
Cast into black waters)

But walking past dark bulldozers
Beyond the battered, red, warning sign
Our laughter suddenly fell
Startled by the silver presence
Above the trees.

We climbed to the peak
As a halo encircled the full moon

Silenced at last
We heard an almost-human cry.

Nearly invisible, we saw them,
The plaintive, grazing deer.

Image: Deer in the Grass courtesy of Ron Jensen



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