Because A Baby Is In One Arm

by Rachel Mehl


a Chuckit in the other,
and an excited Heeler at my feet,

it is only after I throw
I see the doe

in my neighbor’s yard
rise and run.

She raises her tail—
the white underside.

Purple flowers sprout
from the compost heap.

My baby sneezes in my hair.
I scuff the crushed gravel with my shoes.



mehlRachel Mehl lives in Bellingham, WA.  Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in The Meadow, Literary Mama, and The Raintown Review.  She has an MFA in poetry from University of Oregon.