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Portland Postcard

A Poem by Anna

The lavender evening is still climbing down the branches as we speak;the hot tea I stare into is staring back at me with words I could say.And you hav..

Saltwater

A Poem by Anna

I am drawn nightly to the frothy grain-scattered seashoreto eye the tide as it glides with the wind to meet my ankles.The stars in the water's surface..