Gifts for Egairia

.On the dormant winter trail
under the polished buckeye   she
stands behind him      uncertain
as he roots around   in the holes   of the earth

trying
to bring out
the small furry

creatures

to show them to her
hoping     they will convince her     console
their uneasiness

as they
go on
walking
over the warrens   of their nurture

without
the possibility of destination
or home
.
.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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