And She Like a Young Deer
Narrated by Dov Rose
Washington State
AND SHE “LIKE A YOUNG YEAR . . .’
And she like a young year
walking thru the earth’
in the Bois de Boulogne that time
or as I remember her
stepping out of a bathtub
in that gold flat she had
corner of
Boulevard des Italiens
Oh they say she tried everything
before the end
Look up television and crosswords
even crocheting
and things like that
and came to have the air
before the end
(as her favorite poet described her)
of ‘always carrying flowers
toward some far
abandoned tomb’
which doesn’t surprise me now
that I come to think of it
The struck seed was in her