Ann Stanley Poems

Even if you are dropped after seven in a fourteen-lap race,
And you are capricious, inconsistent and incompatible with yourself,
The ideal version of you is you,
So a daily rendition of yourself,
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You stroll by the river,
seeking,
cross the road to the Riverview
and get your dog to lie on the ground.
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Even though I’d love to suck in a gale
plough the earth with my teeth
and dive tongue-first into a frothy tide
I hardly ever stand even up to my ankles in the river
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I’m not a frightened forest child
Or prey that peeps around a tree
I’m not a plant that waits for water
I barge through the river and rouse up the sea
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