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by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The snow laid down
on the ground
thick and deep,
covering over
the mistakes
we made yesterday—
white covering
over red–

like the wounded deer
that winter
in the swamp
missed by tracking hunters.
He found refuge
among the cedars
in the water.

He laid still,
but spirit still moved
in his eyes
as snow
quietly covered him—
white covering
over red.

Copyright © I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico, 2010.


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