Back from a good day in Moiese
approaching Evaro, doubled-laned and dark
a torn tread to swerve around
the splintery tinkle of tires on glass
there's a car off the road ahead, one headlight out
We all pass.
from our gut -- "let's go back"
we turn around, now driving with purpose
she's a small shadow on her cell
platinum blonde in a Stooges tank
cold and shaky, her cat in a travel bag
but feeling sorry for the "poor deer"
we cover her with an old maternity shirt
bound for goodwill