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(Poem by Wendy Howe ) Over the water trees slide open their parasol of shade. Beneath a nude girl stands wet from a swim and whitening their shadow of dark lace. Wind-cast her long braid sinks slowly into the green haze of summer. On its soft-bristled tip, a moth sways keenly aware the past is floating in currents of wild grass. There, shining stalks embalm whispers of a man and woman who made love at twilight; who glimpsed their daughter's face along the cheekbone of a porcelain moon. To know more about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) |
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