Poem #2,830 | Weave & follow

Weave & follow [without
a clear view] – spray my
added impediment over
this route – a deer waits
to dance into my beams
& cause natural chaos –
road-kill a given then [&
I will curse nature] – We
sat opposite on a wood
table fixed by games of
small-talk [county-wide
gathered] & I feared my
journey home afterward