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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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A Moon

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

A moon
caught me
by
the throat
and searched
my pockets
for a soul
till love
screamed
across
the pencil lines
of trees

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The Leaving

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I will sneak
up on you
like I do
on a wild animal,
just to get
a far away glimpse.

I will give you
time to get close,
or run away,
if you need to.

Last night
in my telling dream,
you came to me
to shake my hand,
and then we did
a secret hand shake,
and you broke apart
into a million pieces.

Here, touch
my soul
one last time
before you leave.

copyright, White Ermine Across Her Shoulders, 2011

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