A GIFT
I do not expect them.My mind is aworld and a life awayIn a horror Ihave only heardAnd imaginedafterward,A secondhandsorrow,Borrowed, notborne.But there theyare,Four deerbehind an even stand of cypress.One starts tobolt, then stops,And the restonly look at meDistantlyWarilyWildAs I look atthemLaughing insudden joyFor I am ahappily domesticated beingGoing home towarm rooms and hot tea,And though Iwould not trade my state,I am gratefulThat theytolerate my admirationWithoutreceiving itThat they are,And that I knowthey are.ssg 01/31/2012
