she wanders on her own.
she can.
she has been free for seven days.
she is the mermaid froth silhouette
and the guls explore at her feet.
they walk as if they have known one another
and i am not sure whose sake this is for.
the sea grows old with them.
i knew her footprints.
i touch home in the ocean.
i love moments of profundity like this.
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Her footprints are swollowed by the sea but gold-leaf fragile-firm in my memory
and Schneider is a taylor
and a mom, she said enigmatically: this is fun fuzzy duck
Made in London but Kirte touched your soul?
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