Fawn Ghazal

by C. J. Sage

Originally published on November 1, 2001

Inside a snowy blanket which put the trees to sleep, I heard a fawn. Out past the window’s ice coat in the morning, I found a sleeping fawn. There are men in yellow kitchens watching hands of brown-eyed women while men in orange jackets dream in secret, of capturing a fawn. When I was younger [...]