the duchess

 

she fell off a deer, a stag—running

through the bush, up north

on a bet with her cousin, $200

she wouldn’t do it: leap to its back

catch the rhythm of life outside

her circle; her noose

of a circle—

 

 

THIS POEM APPEARS IN MY BOOK Approach
Available to Buy on AMAZON

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