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Your lip cracks, sweet

water. Like to like we bleed.

Our tidal current widens the way. Not

a breaking. An easing.

Uprivered by salt winds

to home horizon, our border

hearts open. Our reed bodies fill brimful

with river water, fill brimful with rain.

from Last DaysFind more by Tamiko Beyer at the library

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Published in Poems Tamiko Beyer

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