When you live across from a cemetery,
you’re bound to see animals that aren’t there.
Last evening I saw a brown hare
that was actually an old tombstone.
And just now, I thought a lanky deer
was posing among the deceased,
but when I followed her thin legs
to where her body should be,
found only tombstones in relief.
It’s surprising their thick edges
could ban together like that and,
with strokes of shadow and glare,
appear like the sharp legs of a deer,
one who stands still, with nowhere to go
when she’s here, checking
every few minutes or so
for the feeling she’s stayed long enough.
