Inside the Lord’s pocket
lives a red hart
with velveteen antlers.
It roams the silky green expanse
the pocket’s narrow valley
provides.
It lovingly knows
this threaded ground it treads
and the ancient seams.
The red hart senses
a larger world outside the pocket.
A multicolored universe
with an inverted world
where all is displayed to the sky
and hills were smoothed by receded ice.
The Lord though
requires this red hart
held close to the vest
to power its face and tongue
to expand its songs
that burst stars upon the void.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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