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poem MaryJane Nordgren poem MaryJane Nordgren

privileged

“Oh! I’m sorry; I did not mean

to disturb you. I just stepped out

onto my back porch to put this seed

into the bird feeder, forty – fifty – sixty

beautiful elk. As soon as feed them

I’ll go back inside.”

they watched—one a mere twenty feet

beyond me in my lower field—watched

but granted me the privilege

of stepping out and then right back in

without interrupting their feeding

then i watched them

from my dining room window

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