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Winter
by Nancy Shiffrin

seedcases harden
worms shed skin in rocky soil
I wrap presents for my niece and her sons
silver bows catch low sunlight
scissors slip stabbing
the tender place between thumb and forefinger
my eyes water

The Bluff Trail at Montana de Oro invites
otters' mating screech clack of abalone shells
kelp forests just beneath the surface
silver tailed hawk coasting on air currents
aroma of sage and salt spray
my refuge my sanctuary

I do not return the phone call
of the woman who wants to hike with me
The Betrayer
she belittles my work
trumpets her children's awards
changes lanes without warning
she would steal starfish from tide pools



© The Vast Unknowing 2008  

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