I saw a dead deer in the ditch
legs stiff in the air
reaching out for something
I pulled over out of the dark night traffic
the deer was face down, eyes open
in a roadside bag of old, antsy hamburgers.
I began to cry, but then it hit me
that while the hamburgers weren’t everlasting
the deer was!
I cried anyway (for a new reason), went home
after I kissed the deer on the forehead
got in bed, got face down
in my bedside bag of mushrooms
then got deeply down into my pillows so that
could be everlasting.
We were shining.