Just a Peek,
by Neal Ostman
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into blue shadowed mountains
beyond the wire
past churned loam and splintered wood
where cold rivulets
smooth stones
bury seeds for spring
how sunlight slivers through
firs and spruce to stripe
the rusty blanket of needled earth
there a doe floats like a ghost
pauses to crop green shoots
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