Deer in the woods
In the woods we start a deer
that leaps through shafts of sun
away across the stream,
through slanting shafts,
tree-trunk barred and cross-hatched light,
a wild way, russet red
and greening field behind.
We stand in silence,
watch the tree-filtered world,
for ever on the far side of the stream.
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Jane Dougherty Writes 
Life’s boundaries.
They’re there, but many don’t accept them.
They don’t even see or acknowledge them.
No, and when they’ve gone, because we’ve destroyed what was on the other side, we won’t even miss it.
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A magical moment.
It was 🙂
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