After dark we travel back
to our cottage in Northport,
along lonely two-lane highways
through the tunnel of light
the car carves from the dark.

Up ahead in the carlights
some kind of animal.
At first I think it's a dog
and expect it to scamper away.

"It's a deer!" my wife cries.
It does not move, and I swerve
aside at the last moment.

For the next hour
on the road to the end
of the peninsula
I relive in my mind
the stories my mother
sent me from Mycenae.

ISBN 1-882983-46-7
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