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Jun 2018
there is a basin filled with nothing
or so they say.

yet at night when the moon is beginning to glow
water begins to show.
the moon's magnetic power causes it to seep out
from under the earth.
worms that once lived underground
begin to drown.
and then color-covered fish begin to come forth.

they feed.

a girl approaches.
she has hair so long
it could float all the way to the ocean.

she sinks her knees into the earth's damp soil,
as if she were a pastor on a sunday morning,
and begins to hum a soulful tune.

the water glistens like stage lights,
the dead worms wiggle a dance,
and the fish soon follow.

a spectacular performance.

she gives a sorrowful smile at the moon.
a fishing net soon interrupts the artists.

she will be fed for time without end.

she gives thanks.
when they ask me to write about myself i can only give them this. even i do not understand why images like these appear when i think about myself. i am a pisces with a cancer moon so maybe that is why i tend to feel too much.
annette
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annette  20/chicana
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