| Quilt by Anne Heide O but the fishermen dead appear. These shrubs fit us fine our post in the lighthouse glow. Petite dry-eyed cat for our watchman who will wax young, so shiny. O but their boat will float ashore and the tide so clean tonight. |
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Anne Heide edits the poetry journal CAB/NET out of Denver. Her poetry |