This poem is taken from Stand 212, 14(4) December 2016 - February 2017.
Two Poems
Mothers Running in Woods
On the far side of a hairpin trail turn,
like earth-with-eyes, a bear rises right
in front of her. Her first thought
is to squirm through the furred vault
...
On the far side of a hairpin trail turn,
like earth-with-eyes, a bear rises right
in front of her. Her first thought
is to squirm through the furred vault
...
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