Heaven

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Wolf moon
 with yellow-green eyes,
 slipping between trees,
 slipping from heaven.
  
 Timber wolf
 with yellow-green eyes,
 slipping between trees,
 slipping between exploding bullets-
  
 heaven slipping between
 our fingers. 

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Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

2 responses to “Heaven

  1. Beautiful as ever Ethel. A pleasure to read.

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