Nor Fence, Nor House – Sarah Dickenson Snyder

Nothing needed for the deer

whose only sign is the bowls


in long grasses near the pond.

They roam invisibly  on land,


eating tulip bulbs in darkness,

variegated hosta leaves,


not lilacs nor hydrangeas.

I look out the window


at dawn for them—see

where they were,


pockets of nothing

in the field.



Sarah Dickenson SynderSarah Dickenson Snyder has two poetry collections, The Human Contract and Notes from a Nomad. Poems will appear or have been in The Comstock Review, Damfino Press, The Main Street Rag, Chautauqua Literary Magazine, RHINO, The Sewanee Review, Front Porch, and Whale Road Review.

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