Poet’s Showcase
The Choice
Joy Clumsky
The doe stood stupefied
In the heart of the gravel road,
Her fine-boned head haloed
By the filmy fog,
Her dilated eyes reflecting
The headlights of my car.
Transfixed by her spellbound beauty –
Almost too late,
I chose the shadowy ditch.
Metal rending brush and bracken,
My car scraped to a jarring standstill.
We were both unbroken,
The doe and I,
Our spirits fusing
On that sharp, blind curve.
She sniffed the vaporous air,
Perhaps scenting my relief,
And sprang into the beckoning woods,
Her white tail bobbing.
The aureate sunrise luminated
The empty place where she had frozen stood.