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DEPTHS

By Ann Westgarth

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In still waters I see an image

too wide at the cheeks

too small in the mouth

too lost in the eyes.

There’s distant sky

in dark depths.

A fish swims between my ears

a bird dive-bombs my lips

– damsel flies draw scars

across the surface of my face.


 
 

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