Antlers (inspired by Tantra Bensko)
Shadowing the past,
Antlers down off a wall
Whispering in a round
The details of an accident
Informing the chalk outline
Of your life, even in death,
Where dreams still reach
And flicker in the half-light
Dawn of fog-drift dirt roads,
Masking the last embers
Of white-hot memories.
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