Horse Face (audio only)
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Mule deer browse in the meadow
and meander in clusters down the slope
across a dry pond bed;
at a shooting range, we stare at a machine
loaded with orange-centered circular targets
but are not here to practice firing at ducks;
—Just after you sign and envision building homes on this tract you smell me in the dark
know that I move through this terrain at night though you only think of building
and selling even now you believe you can borrow my spirit by wearing a mask of my
face on your face look at me delve into your fears is your deepest fear to be hacked
Trudging uphill, I turn onto a deer path
then follow the switchbacks you marked
with orange streamers until I arrive
at a cairn and overlook where I view
the gold run of cottonwoods through the city;
western tanagers migrate through the city.