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Lesser World

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I saw them
in strings,
making the shape of V’s,
Canadian Geese,

flying high enough
to use the lake’s edge
as their guide: 61 more words

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2

by Thomas Davis

2

He talked about the mirror of the lake,
reflected trees and cloud and sky, the still
so absolute, the waters dark, opaque, 91 more words

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White Blossoms on a Branch

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

When all human
intervention has harmed us,
when all familia
have spent the fruits,
then the Great Spirit
gives to us our opening… 79 more words

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14

by Thomas Davis

On Friday nights I’d work all day, then walk
home from the office where two teenaged girls
were streaming past their mother with their talk… 101 more words

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Kevin Michael Davis, In Memorium

a photograph by Kevin Michael Davis, Alazanto

The Design Teacher

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

She taught him
to look at the dragonfly—
its color, design, 92 more words

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The Rhyming of Love

by Thomas Davis

Our fathers died, and then your mother left
And took a train ride to her resting place.
There are no words for senses left bereft… 91 more words

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