Watching my lover
driving away,
these hands grasp
at air and smoke,
like a deer hiding
where the weeds end
and the road begins,
and though there is
the screaming urge
to run out into her lights,
it's best to recall
how the smart ones turn
and step quickly
quietly
barely noticed
back to the darkness
that warmly blankets
even the coldest
snow.
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