summer day when
he rounds the curve
sees the three does
standing among the
shelter of trees
each slim as a
ballerina with the
high, slanted cheekbones
of a queen shy
eyes dark as secrets.
One rounded ear
flicks the lead
doe raises her head
and the three turn
dissolve into
green dark like
women of the Sidhe
who appear but
are not there.
(c)Serena Fusek previously published in Reflect
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