you departed
by
the stream

turned
into
a meadow

surrendering
your
fawn

to wobble
on fairy-tale
legs

an empty vessel
shaking
in winter

your fawn
i took
to hold

and fed
his spots
molasses

growing
ravenous
his antlers

a majestic
rack
of finger lakes

melting
the prophetic
snow

feeding
a summer-lake
catharsis

he did
lure
a fair maiden

captivated
by
his berth

with lake
held high
above his head

she plunged
into
his depths

her buoyancy
she did
surrender

the fair maiden
loved
the mighty stag

and he did
return
her love

and his mother
grew for me
flowers

pushed up
through
the warm earth

i picked
them
for the wolf

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