February 27, 2021 · 7:53 am
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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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2 responses to “Heaven”

  1. John Looker
    February 27, 2021 at 2:30 pm

    Beautiful as ever Ethel. A pleasure to read.

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