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From The Redshifting Web: Poems 1970-1998. Copyright © 1998 by Arthur Sze. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.
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.