I thought it was all for me
as I rounded the black asphalt path
at the park and stopped a foot away
from two surprised deer.
We both had that rare
and momentary interest
in something other than
running away or running toward.
Maybe they thought
you were there for them
said my wife.
She says things like that
because she is there for me.
I stopped in my tracks
and noticed how the words
hung there, round and open.
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