it retreats to a protected grove
and shakes. Trembles out the rigid fear.
If it still thought of the lion, how would it ever return
to the jungle where the lion roams? No,
it comes out of the grove a new deer!
That's what the yoga teacher said.
And I'd like to believe her because,
just so, the lion in me
and the deer
and other animals
would like to kiss you
for the first time
again.
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