Fawn

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Fawn

Asleep on her side at the verge
where cars rumble by,
white spots accentuating
youth’s resplendent hues,
does she dream of stepping
lightly through sun dance woods,
thus escaping this ultimate reality
her un-burial here at the roadside?
The doe, on guard close by:
full of milk, empty of tears.

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