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| Anthony |
Spring
They bound from the woods,
two, three, four Virginia doe,
their signature white tails
at full flag as they run,
one after the other,
across the meadow.
The last deer in line
suddenly kicks out her hooves
and leaps into the air,
her ebullience on this first
clement Sunday morning
mirroring mine.
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| Mary Kipps |
Mary Kipps enjoys composing in traditional forms as well as in free verse. A former Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems have appeared regularly in journals and anthologies across the U.S. and abroad since 2005.
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