• Liana
• A deer no longer eats ivy.
• It sits, thin and still
• as lichen on a rock.
• Its coat dull with mud,
• it burrows in the wood-rubble,
• it chews at the mosses of caves.
• Vines have whipped tight
• the limbs of lurching snags,
• knotting them with sinew.
• The deer watches the thicket
• where ivy and trappers
• have stalked.