Morning Commute
In the predawn hour
Shadow takes form at
side of the road
Mule deer deciding
on shoulder
Break hard as sudden
pivot and bounds away
Tail lights spew red
Back into the
shelter of darkness
We each resume our
journey
Shadows melting as
sky lightens
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-037A)
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