Ann Abercrombie Poems

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1.
Making Over

She doesn't fit my box,
he said.
So I'll just cut her where I've
marked in red.
...

2.
The Cove

This morning in the cove
many sailboats sat quietly
in their slips.
Their masts standing tall
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3.
Oneness

How alike we are,
Underneath the garments of
Pretense and pride.
Holding good with one hand
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