Up North

The fawn’s blood jeweled

the roadside gravel. I pondered

those glazing eyes, the weak pulsation

of its nostrils, its relentless

glide into roadkill.

What price it paid to leap into being

without the constraints

our natures impose. I thought it

akin to a star’s burst of radiance

before its slow fade.

The fawn’s ear quivered as a car sped by

and a raven, bright-eyed, paced

just out of reach, waiting

for me to move on.

CJ Muchhala

CJ Muchhala’s work can be found in Never Forgotten: 100 Poets Remember 9/11, as well as other anthologies, print and on-line journals including Mobius: the Journal of Social Change, Rise Up Review, previous issues of Portage, and in art/poetry exhibits. Her work has been nominated for the Best of the Net and twice for the Pushcart Prize.

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