As the Deer

In the ravine they hold us
with a round look, all black

eyes & wonder, while folding
ripe green leaves into their

mouths. We have never
seen their teeth. They flick

twin tails, white as lilies,
as the doe moves her

fawn to water, a body
language only they know,

a prayer in motion:
that we always be

so quick to gentleness;
that we always move

upon the earth with such
audacious grace.

Emily Patterson is a writer and editor in Columbus, Ohio. She studied English and Music at Ohio Wesleyan University, where she was awarded the Frederick L. Hunt Prize for most promising creative writer and the Marie Drennan Prize for poetry. Emily’s work has appeared in Spry Literary Journal, Cathexis Northwest Press, and Harness Magazine Issue III: Poetry & Motherhood. She is currently pursuing an MA in Education at Ohio State University.

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