Therese Cannon

Biography of Therese Cannon

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His hands moved over warm waters
Disturbing the quiet calm of my Everydays
Swirling and churning hopes better left to slumber.
Landfall came quickly
And flooded the sleeping village of my heart
With an exquisite emptiness.
And I, grateful,
That he would cast his sea-glass eye upon me
For as long as he wished to stay,

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