Once, in summer br in the blueberries, br I fell asleep, and woke br when a deer stumbled against me. br br I guess br she was so busy with her own happiness br she had grown careless br and was just wandering along br br listening br to the wind as she leaned down br to lip up the sweetness. br So, there we were br br with nothing between us br but a few leaves, and wind’s br glossy voice br shouting instructions. br br The deer br backed away finally br and flung up her white tail br and went floating off toward the trees - br br but the moment she did that br was so wide and so deep br it has lasted to this day; br I have only to think of her - br br the flower of her amazement br and the stalled breath of her curiosity, br and even the damp touch of her solicitude br before she took flight - br br to be absent again from this world br and alive, again, in another br for thirty years br sleepy and amazed, br br rising out of the rough weeds br listening and looking.