I spotted a deer near Six Eighty

smack in the middle

of the cul de sac

winding up

black

through yellow brown hills

what do you wait for

ears perked up

hazel eyes

shapely ankle quivering hind

alone in the setting sun

run

this anaconda of cars

will eat you up

it slithers by

on six eighty

but with nightfall

it will sin

smell the gasoline

it will sense

your throbbing heart

under spotted skin

and turn your way

before you can turn away

like virtue does

and look at me

with appealing eyes

irresistible eyes

even as

I melt in slanting rays

and in liquid form

conjure ways

of mingling

with a waterfall

to thrash and crash

into the anonymity

of river ways

that flow

under scattered cloud

into the bay

do not stay

deer

run away