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BLUE WIND WOMAN

Blue Wind woman, what do you dream,
huddled by your fire in the forest?
Do you see your long-dead sons
wandering in the shadows
beyond the flickering light?

You are but a savage and a woman;

you could not know
the meaning of their dying,
but you bore their death
as you bore their life,
soundlessly, with silent eyes.

Yet there is a sobbing

somewhere in the night

that draws across the shadows

to a deeper shade . .

it must be the yapping

of night's little foxes,

or the wordless moaning

of some restless wind. Jan Sl)eIl

WANTED

JoyOUS birth! Quiet birth! laughter
Anxious outstretched arms,
Then the tiny innocence coughing

Breathing, sighing, squirming,
Nestled to a waiting breast.

Once more Life's massive quiet
Splashed with rejuvenating cries.

Judy Jones

UNWANTED

F earful moaning, crying,
Tossing, twisting, writhing.
Then a lifeless shriveled form
Inverted for the slapping
Choking, coughing, sputtering
A shrill cry pierces the weary quiet
As Life makes room for one more Birth.

Judy Jones

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