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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Elane Gutterman


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I Hardly Hesitated

On my way to work, fifteen years ago,
I killed a deer. It wandered
fearless onto the road,
its young bones pliant as chilled butter.

I hardly felt the impact but I saw
its spindly legs, the mottle of milky spots on tawny fur,
no time to brake. Afterwards I kept going,
I had to be at work, no time to be late.

I was busy steering teen daughters,
my life ricocheted from deadlines at work
to family dinners and deliberations.

I killed a deer. For fifteen years,
I've remembered that moment and afterwards
when I did not have time to stop.

It was the time, when I did not have time.