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(Poem by Wendy Howe ) The sea washes her ankles with salt and light while she offers morning a field of chiffon polka dots. Black orbits randomly on Susan’s dress, the breeze suddenly drawn to its wild sense of punctuation. Since dawn, her decisions have fallen away to sand, nothing settled but the beautiful feeling of bathed skin. Gulls fashion a ring of metallic white against the sky and she remembers how a wedding band slipped off her finger losing itself in a field of long grass and poppies -- the color startling as red flowers once again dot the landscape like proof marks suggesting she might edit her life and sail home to the solitude of shade trees and tart, apple wine. To know more about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) |
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