Present-Day Poems – Page 7

The Salt in her Veins

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She rose from the tide like a secret unearthed, hair tangled with […]

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She came up from the sea— not walking, not swimming, but as if […]

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The tide does not return what it has taken, only drifts its hands […]

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All in all, a poem without punctuation, a fist full of sky, a […]

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In the shadow of skyscrapers, the air sighs thin, a whisper of gray, […]

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Not a rose, not a red-lipped promise. I give you a garlic clove. […]