My old friend and I went to a restaurant for lunch,
a ramshackle little place, but my friend told me
the food was great—and it was!
I miss the big navels when they are not in season,
but almost any orange will do when I really want to see God.
when I saw the deer lying sheltered beneath the tree it loved,
the tree it died for, it seemed a sacred place, consecrated—
and I could not bring myself to violate nature’s holy ground.