April 2007
July 10, 2007
i nearly hit a doe as i rounded a curve
at 4 a.m.
only the very fringes of my low beams caught the slope of its back
before it leapt into
full illumination.
to know is to remember? (all things pass, few are known.)
we are flooded with
angles, lines, curves,
we pass through them, and they through us
like bottomless cups submerged in a stream.
but to know a moment.
