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The Magic Land

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

In the time
of the magic land,
great herds of elk
gather
for their migrating treks
across the highest points
of the ridges.

Black bears point
toward their long sleep.

New birds gather
to winter along
the dry plains of New Mexico
where plants hold
mysterious black seeds.

In the time
of the magic land,
our voices
become one with wood smoke
and roasting pinyon seeds,
and life again
is good.

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Presence

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

She had missed
the elk and rabbit
this morning.

She didn’t see
the grasses parted
where a trail
was apparent,
where rabbit brush
was trampled down
from the great bodies of elk.

But they watched her
as she walked by.

She unaware,
this morning,
of their presence.

© 2010 I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico

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Migrations

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The stealth of migrations
move across the land
under cover of darkness,
moving in hundreds
and then thousands.

You told me
about your car lights
shining in a canyon
one night–
“More elk than
one could imagine,”

moving to the southern places
where canyons lap over canyons,
lands whose vastness is greater
than the mind can comprehend,

unlike the northern deer
that migrate further north
to find giant spruce trees
whose branches touch
the ground to make
a snowless, warm canopy
for the wintering.

You said, “The axe blade
is sharpened, ready
to chop the bone
at the joints.”

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