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Escape

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Canadian geese,
gleaning after
the harvesting tractor,
is like
the soul searching
for a place
to enter,
or escape,
into the shafts of light—
like the light
outside the basement door
this morning…

Or was it two maples
that propelled me
across the bay?

Or
the wing
of the Monarch
in the afternoon’s late light?

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