Fawns

 

In every animal’s dream, there is a

     blueness– a place where water

meets sky in the way that lover

 

          meets lover.

 

In the meadow, two deer meet

nose to nose, telling each other

how the forest will end.

 

          How very quiet.

 

Between each day, the dreams

become bluer– a line strung

between the trees and sun.

 

          A bitterness sweetens

 

     when the moon comes up.

 

Mariel Fechik lives in Chicago, IL and works in a library. She sings for the bands Fay Ray and Moon Mouth and writes music reviews for Atwood Magazine and Third Coast Review. She is a Bettering American Poetry nominee and her work has appeared in Hobart, Rust + Moth, Sundog Lit, Gravel., and others.