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| Image | Melissa Lemay |
My dog hears things I can’t —
the footfall of a deer in the
distance.
She takes pause , gazing
off into the direction of some
thing I cannot see.
I scan between the trees.
My boots creak-crunch
through the snow —
there’s not much chance
I will spot deer walking through —
I only hear their ghosts.
© Melissa Lemay
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| Melissa Lemay |
Melissa Lemay lives in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, with her children, cats, and dog. She writes about God, addiction, trauma, healing, motherhood, and many other things. She enjoys spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and being outdoors. She loves animals. Her poem, “Ephemeral”, was chosen as Poetic Publication of the Year for 2023 at Spillwords Press; she was Author of the Month for July 2024 and Author of the Year for 2024. Find her at melissalemay.wordpress, collaborature.blogspot, and at dVerse Poets Pub.
