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DEERby Linda Pastan
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To the secret places
of the garden, deer come
eating their way through
the milky blossoms of impatiens,
the blur of azalea leaves.
How enigmatic their eyes are
and how swiftly they move.
With their soft mouths
everything we grew.
Copyright © 1996 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic Monthly; September 1996; Deer; Volume 278, No. 3; page 72.