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Guest Poems > Catherine Evans Griffiths

dark round eyes
spill light
as the captured siren
sings so sure
the billowing clouds
rise above
moveable seas

strangers sort
the wreckage
reserve whitened wood
for future fires
stars drop light
and night spreads
as the white moon
swells to shore

© 1997 Catherine Evans Griffiths
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