MAY/JUNE 2007
The Terrier
I have to hid from the terrier
Revealer sunlight heartbroken by leaves
collapses in grief to the ground,
transforming the earth to a green-gold-brown river.
I have to hid from the terrier.
I have to hide from the terrier.
In silent compliance to laws ofthe sea
I wade in and in until drowned
by the wonderful affliction disguising my fur.
I have to hide from the terrier.
-Jean Esteve
About the Author
Jean Esteve has new poems out in Confrontation, The Iowa Review, and Mudfish. She lives in Oregon.
