A Vision on Waking
We stroll through clearings of firm glowing green,
not lawn not
quite wild.
Deer come out and circle us, with damp noses
and quietly
lifting feet.
They slip from dark bushes and some slip back in,
never more than
three or four around us.
The light rises from beneath us, shimmering sod
floating an
umbrella of dusk.
Slowly we move through the park-like spaces
as the deer move with us, bending long necks
to browse
green-gold buds.
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| detail; Hong Kong, Morning by Segbingway; original 122 cm x 71 cm; ink, paper, lightbox |
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