The Grey-Streaked Hare
thumping hard against my fingers
your furry heart beats with my need
you sense it — do you not —
perhaps you are frightened
I hold the beastie to my breast
O, know you are safe —
you and your fast heart — within mine
such body heat — salty and constant
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All You Have To Do
You can pose but you don't have to pose
You can play your instrument or just sit
by the river with me and listen to that
You can toast me with your fizzing soda
or sip it quietly and just smile
You can tell me a story or just lie
next to me, I'll guard your dreams
You can do cartwheels, you can just be
the musclebound pony I saw striding
smooth as beach rock under a load
of all you possess and all you need own
If I have an orange you have half an orange
If I draw breath you have all my heart
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The Butterfly Effect
the roughest bastard,
born in a bear's den, will let
a butterfly sit
in the crook of his elbow,
watching its slightest beat
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Gwyn McVay is the author of two chapbooks of poems and one full-length collection, Ordinary Beans (Pecan Grove Press). She has published poems and reviews in more than sixty periodicals and in three anthologies, most recently Letters to the World (Red Hen Press). She lives in southeastern Pennsylvania, where she teaches writing at Millersville University; three of her poems are in this year's volume of the university's literary magazine, George Street Carnival.
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