|Ophelia by Odilon Redon|
Monday, July 2, 2012
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Sometimes I lie down in deep waters,
get lost in brine-green grasses,
abandon myself to bottom dwellers,
find redemption in abalone shells.
Life shimmers at me, mostly,
dances over murky seas,
catches the light.
Flowers cover my throat, spring from my breast.
Carried on the tide, I like the ride.
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