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Spirit
A deer stands still
peering above a broken pile
of trees and branches.
Grandpa, Uncle, Dad,
and I see him see us.
Darting downhill
through woods, he catches
his own spirit. His spirit
doesn’t know the future.
His spirit doesn’t know us.
Today is Thanksgiving.
Him we see so close,
the woods, silent, and we,
we who feel our own gut
leap away in freedom.
Bradley Bates studied creative writing at the University of Missouri, BA,
(Advisor Lynn McMahon), Northern Arizona University, MA, (the Late Jim Simmerman), and Pacific
University, MFA, (Madeline DeFrees, Joe Millar, Sharon Bryan, Marvin Bell).
Email: Bradley Bates
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