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by sasha fletcher

I.
draw lines in the sand on a beach
and say this is as far as we will go.

say I will not step outside of these lines
say do not step inside of my circle.

I draw mine bigger say
the same thing to you

but louder, with less feeling.


these are our maps.

II.
when the tide draws near
comes in over our feet and fills

the lines, you could look at me, say
how will you know where I stand?

I would point to your feet, say
right there.


this is where we stand.

 

 

 

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Sasha Fletcher lives in Philadelphia and received his BFA from
Tyler School of Art.