the deer with the white belly

have stolen the words
from my

your fluid reflection pose

you have stolen
the lavender
the soap straight from my

i watch you
like a


(keep the word)

a deer

and i see where you have
lain for the

the grass is flattened


almost as
as your body

i will continue to watch
from my window

in the vase i will keep the flowers

by the sink will be the white bar, whole and dry

in this house we will
and the sun will shine through
all the openings

waiting out winter

waiting for


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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