back home
mid-day
hot and motionless
vultures circle
cicadas whir
step on step
on radiant asphalt
I search for a friend
only to disturb
two does and a fawn
curled in a spiral doze
now exploded into motion
3 directions at once
hooves thump against
hard cracked earth
heat stings the nostrils
there is no friend
there is no hope
sometimes there’s nought
but to let go of the search
to be silent
to listen
to travel
home within