Long Sunhat Poems

The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep...

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When did these bones

Sigh

With weariness of movement

Was it when I tied my hair in a bun

Started wearing a sunhat

Or watching

Girls starting to work where I work

Beginning

First job

Juxtaposed against my 33 plus years

I am ambivalent about...

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