I came upon a sleeping buck
He dove across the sage and scrub
and nothing bound him to his bed
The bed I served to roust him from
the earth held no ties and
the dog chased him
his freedom chased me
my spirit scraping knees on the scrub
nothing I could do but watch
and the sky made no remarks
the bounds were enough to drown most men
And I was a steamship looking down on them.
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