Ode to That Girl (Richard Brautigan Style)

Let me love you

like seven mule deer in the sage.

Walking by,

the deer mend the broken morning light

and sew lazy tracks in fresh snow.

With warm noses,

the deer kiss every bush,

grassy tuft,

and upright flag of not-snow they pass.

I won’t love you any less

than that.

--Mitchell Hegman