Post Road Magazine #29


Sarah Cortez

And what of the water?
A transparency
we swim through, lithe
white muscle,
the glide of fins.
We move and move
forever inside reflections,
refractions, ruckus
from the other side.
Our eyes never close.
We see you
We don't think
we're dinner.

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