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Chance Encounter

by Dan Wiencek


Atoms lock elbows

         and next thing you know


that's a deer fixing

you from across

         the lawn


         not the tree it shelters

under, the grass beneath its



not even the clouds, for all

         the good they

               do anybody


         just the blackness of

ancient eyes, seeing you

           knowing everything

   they will ever need to


            and then one day

         returning their knowing


         to the flies