Eithnia

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Light                                      
fabric of attraction        straight
layered                                                                                 
fluttering   
distilled                                                                    
distinct                                                      
shades of blue       ripe         
berries from her throat              
white keys        thin                                                   
fingers   

                                                    the notes
sound          in          
the branches                                    
of green                       

                                  and silver        vermicula         bent curving
 

           woven

newts                                                
crawling                                                              
beneath us                 the damp                         
woodland floor                                             

spring drizzle                 
 

                                                         maritime air

through        

                       the windows
of caves                             

sweetens                   
our                  
arms    
.
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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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