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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

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Jean Esteve has new poems out in Confrontation, The Iowa Review, and Mudfish. She lives in Oregon.

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