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Daughter Heart

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It raps on the gates
of mine, a rust-
pocked hinge
opening
onto the place where
she waits
in salt-stained air,
out where the sun
excludes nothing,
not the sprawled blue jellyfish,
the ripped lacery of kelp,
not the beached-up bone
of some creature long gone,
scrubbed to a sheen by the sea.


Andrea Potos is the author of six poetry collections, most recently An Ink Like Early Twilight, New Girl, and We Lit the Lamps Ourselves.


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