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Comments about Erin Monahan
It seems my eyes are rivers, endless
and sun swept. Here - impossibly pure
and banked by sand,
Limbs float, tentatively tied to
trunks deserted to new generations.
Half hidden, I am
Yet, in the sifted silt
submerged, I am painted
a disarming shade of jade.