Siren
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Siren,
your fluid
hymn lures
me past tense
gray gulls
who eye me,
anxious
for my safe
return
They circle,
keening...
and the tide
moves to
free me of
my moorings
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May 13, 2019
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2019
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