We were talking about cliché
the perfesser with the beard and glasses,
tweed jacket with the leather
patches,
and twelve men in blue and orange
jump suits, most with shaved heads,
wearing knit caps,
and tattoos on their arms and necks,
when there was a commotion
at the back, and we all got up
to look out the window
beyond the cinder block,
chain link and razor wire:
deer at the dark edge of the woods.
by Eric Gadzinski
from The Bijou Poetry Review;
January, 2009