We Make Our Vows Together With All Beings

One more Gary Snyder poem before I move on to other things. The man in the woods and the doe in the thicket are related at lunch.

We Make Our Vows Together With All Beings

Eating a sandwich
At work in the woods,

As a doe nibbles buckbrush in snow
Watching each other
chewing together.

A Bomber from Beale
over the clouds,
Fills the sky with a roar.

She lifts head, listens,
Waits till the sound has gone by.

So do I.

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