I just found this in an old literary mag from when I was still an English major.
Indian Summer
Early
before breakfast
last
stale August
a yearling doe
burned golden by
the just-born sun
bent to drink
from a cattle tank
rusty with moss.
Then...
wasp-quick she cleared
the barbed wire
of a metal spiders'
abandoned web.
Stretching twice in midair
she was over ditch and fence
and into the cottonwood trees
by the creek.
As if the pasture's grasses
were ropes to tie her down
Indian Summer
Early
before breakfast
last
stale August
a yearling doe
burned golden by
the just-born sun
bent to drink
from a cattle tank
rusty with moss.
Then...
wasp-quick she cleared
the barbed wire
of a metal spiders'
abandoned web.
Stretching twice in midair
she was over ditch and fence
and into the cottonwood trees
by the creek.
As if the pasture's grasses
were ropes to tie her down
