LITTLE ONE I NEVER TOLD YOU

    carter smith

 

 

 

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my father just driving us down

a country road and when he heard them

we stopped one side a field

one a swamp full

of geese that had been flying

and though at first we didn’t

see it one deer swimming

through water like coastal

water gray and dark which stood

for depth they tell you students

to write what you know Faulkner

wrote about the south I do

not hate it which is something

hard to understand of course

all this was before I moved

before I got married everyone

was still alive and the water

the not inconsequential

quality of the water was like

seeing, seeing and not knowing

how to say it