Sandwich Years

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poetry for people

Ladybird Maiden


discarded plant matter in the lake
maybe the fish will use it for something
also leaving my dna
I hope they don't clone me
but if they do
I pray they make me a mermaid
ladybird maiden
it's a role I would be content in
safeguarding echos and diamonds
the barrier between worlds
washing the feet of the weary
diving for pearls
singing at the top of my lungs
"the cold is your warm friend."

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