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Unearthly

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Unearthly stillness,
except for the sound of water
running in rivulets
down the face of cliffs
to the Great lake.
That is earthly.

Sandhill cranes
landing
as if on skirts of air,
suspended in mid-air,
slowly coming down
to start their spring dance:
Unearthly.

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A Day

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

It is a day
when the earth
turns just right,

when fish swim
close to the top
of the Great Lake
to feed on insects or plants,

when black-winged pelicans
dive in and out to fish,

and fishermen gather
in clumps, throwing
out their lines.

It is a day
before the storm,
humid and cloudy,

when the two of you
think of ways to
come together,

as part
of a turning of the universe,

a love that blows
a sweetness over us—

something unexpected.

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