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In Tribute to Maggie Mae
Maggie Mae is buried – there just beyond my kitchen window


Maggie Mae is buried – there

just beyond my kitchen window

under the summer canopy

of ancient apple trees


Appropriate don’t you think?

Her round head, round eyes

framed in apples,

her greeting a dizzying

 round go round.


            Today the wind picked up

            and a dozen apples fell

            one split in two revealing

            A chambered heart--necessary dark seeds.


            At dusk deer will tiptoe hushed

            into the palpable shadows

            and I will hear her bark bark

            at their trespass, will see her run


                        run again, run wily and whole

                        first into the tall grasses

                        before the sweet turning back

                        toward the light of home.


Gloria Nixon-John, a retired teacher and freelance writer living in Oxford, Mich., found Maggie on the street after the dog had been hit by a car. Maggie had numerous surgeries and lived happily ever after with Nixon-John for 10 years.

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