Ernie Wormwood



SEEING THE THREE LEGGED DEER AFTER ELECTION DAY
 
The cars creep in the dark
headlights on at 5:15 a.m. three
days after we humans have changed
how we count the time, not saving
now but standard, and the first
day after we have written  
Barack Hussein Obama
on the sky of stars,
                                 so
the cars are tippy toeing down the
street, bright eyed, inching.
My hair quivers and this is it
my first alert that the deer are
here and she is back, on three legs,
a beautiful doe now, to see me and lo,
she is smiling, there is joy on her
face this sympatico girl who
dances on three legs, who when
you least expect it, stands for
survival, for what it is to be whole
and for what one kind
of living thing can do for
another kind of living thing.
There is only one way
to live and that is
together, in the one world.



Ernie Wormwood lives in Leonardtown, Maryland, where she is reading, writing, and recovering.









                                    

 

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