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Shared Dawn

A moment we each love as our own—
the deer’s to drink from the birdbath,
mine to welcome sun to the back yard.

Too quick this morning, I made
her scamper to the far side
of the neighbor’s yard.

I sit and try
to fade
into the charcoal dawn

for her to know
she can come back.
Birdbath’s full.

She moves closer,
thirsty to return.
I feel her wonder

if the water’s worth the risk,
how long I’m willing
to sit so still.

—
Rufus Wright claims living 76 years, meeting his crises quota, exceeding his joys quota.

His learning: college in Blue Ridge Foothills, MBA in NYC, teaching junior high, leading corporate education. His poetry: hearing, watching, appreciating what happens around him.

He lives in central Texas, loves Cindy, writes something every day.

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