White

by Tim Duffy

First, an explosion of white tail fur—
the backwards eye of a deer
as it turns away.

There is no ice yet
but they know it is not far away
from the horizon
where bullets and flurries
once flew.

Preparing for a road trip

by Tim Duffy

The sky is the same
but the powerlines
fade into the sky
and become mountains
trees or the hollow
gap between worn down homes.
Park anywhere, close your eyes,
dream of the grass that will one day
hold on to you forever.