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The Jack Pines

Oct. 14, 2013
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I’ve always thought
they were us,
sisters, yet different.
One holds the devil’s face
with the evening star
for an eye.
One is shorter
fights for the middle,
the oldest and most worn position.
The tallest has lost its head
defending their corner.

The have framed my whole life.
They hold it up.
Everything beyond them
is mystery.
Trails of blood lead outward.
Their silent mating goes on
in the dark.
I like to stand with them
and listen.
In the night, their hearts
are stronger than my own.

Virginia “Gennie” Nord (October 13, 1946 - May 2, 2013) of Tripoli, Wisconsin was a graduate of the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. She worked as a creative writing instructor with the University of Montana at Missoula until her retirement. Gennie was also an editor and publisher, a published poet, and a recipient of the Richard Hugo Scholarship.


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