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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Grace Marie Grafton

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Diving down

A person needs to come from
a given locale, even if she was born
on a ship in the middle of the Pacific.
Undeniably not a good place to be born
but, to identify with waves and what's
underneath. To understand whale tones,
to feel in her own limbs the muscles a dolphin
uses to leap free of Mother Water. A craving
for salt, an understanding of migrating birds,
flying as they track the cosmic signals.
An unclassic education where stars, in their
patterns, possess a language of their own.
The mother lies down on the deck at mid-
night, her babe tucked against her breast.
She croons star syllables into her infant's ear.