Just a Peek,
by Neal Ostman


into blue shadowed mountains
beyond the wire
past churned loam and splintered wood

where cold rivulets
smooth stones
bury seeds for spring

how sunlight slivers through
firs and spruce to stripe
the rusty blanket of needled earth

there a doe floats like a ghost
pauses to crop green shoots






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