Sinking
Then off the deep dock, when she couldn't take her son's toys away with
poetry
Mermaid
Caught in a net of credulous longing
Aphrodite of Melos
Never was a Hollywood starlet so
Our Clothesline
It hasn't rained in seven Sundays now.
Waterbaby
What I sent to the depths long ago
From the Pillow Book of the Pearl King's Youngest Daughter, "Memories of Certain Splendid Things"
My playmates were always awed
Loves Me, Loves Me Not (from The Uses of Flowers)
Asked to solved the oldest riddle,
Sea of Cold
He enjoys viewing the moon
Ciconia Alba
In the distance, you are the double frown
Photographer on the Steps of the National Gallery
From here, I can't will into motion
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