The Doe (after Arthur Sze)

The river was rosy at dawn.
I saw a doe, stopped
in the water.

And when the doe walked, modest waves
flowed from behind her.  I was
a statue then.  And sensed

the doe hesitate.  And at dusk, dozing,
the river was amber in the
June mist.

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