I think I’d like to tell the tale
about the man who reassured a deer –but you might wonder what it meant.
Investigative questions make my head feel queer.
Any stab at explication,
and I lose the thread.
Suddenly – inexorably –
dreams play dead.
Until they’ve leapfrogged
to another pond –
somewhere –
beyond –
to savor
the ambiguous –
delight in
the amphibious.
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