“The Beautiful Hidden” by Jack Marshall.

“The Beautiful Hidden”

“The Beautiful Hidden”

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Nov. 6 2012 8:30 AM

“The Beautiful Hidden”

Deer crossing the road in front of a car.

Photograph by Ingram Publishing.

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He was talking about the hidden. He had
come from chemo. We sat in the car.
Facing straight ahead,

he looked too tired to turn
and face me.
His friend had driven him

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and stopped to chat. “His mind is
pure, his house is a mess;
he’s a pain in the ass,”

she said. “I take him every week.” Rapt,
still facing front in the passenger seat,
a mummy just out of the crypt,

with all the time behind him staring at all
that lay ahead. To see
such zeal

was not to envy it.
It wasn’t patience, more like practiced
foreboding, which might

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bring forth foreseeing the unseeable, which could
not be seen
before it is, he said.

“The beautiful does not exist
somewhere before it is
bidden and made manifest;

it is not waiting to be seen. 
It comes from the force of attraction and life-
giving power” ... Then,

I swear, out of nowhere, two deer
come clattering down the street, two mighty, meaty
four-hoofed tap-dancers

on tiptoe,
skidding sparks, at the intersection
stop, and look off: a deer and a doe in El Cerrito,

peering toward San Pablo Avenue, tails
twitching panic in their pause, turn,
and head toward the hills.

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