While driving to work at 7 a.m. through the Watchung Reservation

In the morning the deer awake, come down from the dark hills, come out of the dark trees through banks of rising mist to the lake where the red sun slips over the earth's edge to find their lifted heads. before we stop dreaming before we wake up to find them gone.

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