Nadir

The lowest point
among the oranged pine

needles, their life
relieved, might be that

of cracking beneath
the weight of baby

deer. Is this
the patron saint

of falling asleep
at the wheel?

Hands slowly
fall off the

burnished plastic.
You are poly

vinyl in my hands.
I don’t know how

to record the sound.

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