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AN EVENT AT DAWN
by Quentin Smith
There was a blue deer under three trees
rustling black leaves, far below
The left curve of her forehead.
The crooked smile of her sadness
Dripped glistening
Beneath her broken eyes.
She watched the lonely pond
As the coming dawn was chilled by land.
The stars of the still living darkness
Sought knowlingly
The mist of riverlets on her moonlit
Cheeks.
The black shadow of the deer
Reminded me of her pistol?s barrel
As it exploded in her defeated throat.
The bullet?s loud resolve
Signalled the blue dear to vanish
Into a crescent of the inhuman forest.
I was left dark and motionless,
Alone with the lifeless color
Of crimson in the night.
Written 2002
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