Sunday, November 25, 2018

The Constant Key

There is one that is never used.
It looks just like the others.
Its shape. Its form. Its number.

When they get a deer a turkey
everyone gets steaks.

How come that will be
potatoes really tender

Mom says you got to take
a big one all tender.
I hadn't eaten one in years.
Let the party begin, she says
The next day lots of food
a deer standing a hair trigger
on his rifle. We went out.
I saw one and walked back.
We saw another one on the
main highway. Just to see.

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