07 March 2013

Daughters 1

on the last
half mile home
the older
does (meaning
two or at most

three years
old) clump with
their young ones
just above
the gully

waiting for
me to pass
their white tails
torched up with
warning their

young ones
half behind
all their lights
now suddenly

flooded with
their borrowing
like the moon
from the sun's
high beams

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