smooth like a deer

deliever and make me fond

poetry as it glances into the wilderness

empty as i were and paddling in a boat

by stream of water and not of this place

for time ticks like a counter clock

need a reminder of the surface

and when you step toward i

nothing is ever spoken of being shy

flash bulbs and trees appear

as apples and other fruits to a tree

minutes and arrival capture

what the silent eye

dare won't say

and yet

i still sense you