Faithful Readers will see my title as a clumsy homage to the Billy Collins poem of my previous post.
This young deer took its time in crossing the highways but the vehicles in both lanes had time to stop. It did look a bit seedy, possibly it is still shedding, it has been cool the last few nights.
"But that beneath my life lies something intricate and real and
Nearly close enough to touch. I live it, and I know I should explain it,
Only I know I can't—it's just an image of my life that came to me one day,
And which remained long after the delight it brought had ended."
from Early Morning in Milwaukee
by John Koethe
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