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I Will Wait

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I will wait

for the foxfire tonight,

for the glistening jewels

of the wood.

I will nuddle

along the lopeway,

following the gallery

worn in paths by the deer.

I will nudge the white dag

that sits on top

of the marsh,

she, a low-lying friend.

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