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The Maynard
Spring 2020

Jenny Berkel
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The Fawn

In the wooded chapel, crab apple
arms crooked and clasped

you held a fawn trembling
beneath the fruited arch

your face delicate
a drawing of joy

apple blush in the bramble
summer air drenched

deciduous giants draped
over the doe-eyed ravine

their leaves hiding
the careful forest

culling—you recognized
a mirror and held it

the creek below babbling black
your name and the year etched

into hickory, a tiny heart
wild against your jacket.