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Paddling Upstream

Leaving last slants of light.

Inside with the bats. Then sorry

when the light is gone. Sorry

to what stayed behind.

I call without a voice to the walls—

openings I can’t see and keep

entering: sorry, sorry

from Red DeerFind it in the library

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Published in Anne Marie Macari Poems

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