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She held the animal skull to her face

and from behind bleached bones

came the eyes of the wolf

the stillness of  bone

the sound of her grandmother’s laugh

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Posted August 15, 2010 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Poetry of Mary Strong Jackson

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