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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