The silver deer crosses the road

In the headlights of my automobile

The only way/ how we move

A familiarity is expected to be motionless

But this brief animal, the writing on its back is an implied pattern

Too fast, the only way we know how to read

Such things makes all the color go out of the trees

Smoking coal letters: an unknown and scentless wildfire

Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. He is the author of several collections of poetry, most recently The Age Of Jive and The Whisper Gallery. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.