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by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I’ve been looking
for someone
to take our hand,
but no one does.

Louise Erdrich says
that in grief you must
take your own hand.

So we must
take our own
and step between the paleness
that camps all around:
In the trees,
in the sunlight,
and in the house.

We must take
our own.

from White Ermine Across Her Shoulders, Ethel Mortenson Davis, Copyright © 2011, available at bn.com.


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