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Chance Encounter

by Dan Wiencek

 

Atoms lock elbows

         and next thing you know

 

that's a deer fixing

you from across

         the lawn

 

         not the tree it shelters

under, the grass beneath its

            hooves

 

not even the clouds, for all

         the good they

               do anybody

 

         just the blackness of

ancient eyes, seeing you

           knowing everything

   they will ever need to

 

            and then one day

         returning their knowing

 

         to the flies