Today's poem is by Margaret Hanshaw
In my dream the deer are surviving on tangerine-colored
and in my dream I've lost a
I wake up
skittish and remember what the
All your elms are dying, all eight
must be removed.
To curb the
spread, he said.
And in my body's memory and from my night of grief
it's not a choice, what the deer resort to
Copyright © 2016 Margaret Hanshaw All rights reserved
from West Branch
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