Deer Tracks.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

my poetry is not
the kind of tracks that deers
put upon the grass
that each
tread upon

you do not have the kind
of nose that dogs have
your sense of smell is not
that keen enough
to say that i am inside
the confines of
every word in every
poem

deers
those wild ones
are too keen
to sense even the
disturbance of the sands
by a lost worm

it skips and jumps
over the river and the next time
you see it
it has become another
mirage
in the desert

do not trace any part of
me in the past
for i am no longer there
i could be that
deer
at the other side of the
river