today a doe
looked in my door and told me
change your lifebruised clouds
release a stutter of rain
a plum rain
slaps our petal-littered street
awakening wrens
a fishhead wind
scours the beach gone dim
keep away the cold
while I wait outside your door
fingerbone kindling
awake at the crack
of an acorn underfoot
doe by my door
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