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05 May 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: mixtures & structures

~Photo by author

Antique crystal dish overflowing with sea glass topples at the intersection of Hope Street and Magic Way spilling Mountain Dew green, rusty brown, opaque and milk-carton white treasures to the honey-colored oak floor as I clumsily reached for my cell phone beckoning me to open the gate. He’s here. The one. One spry piece, so elated by this possible escapade…




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Ann Marie Steele

Ann Marie Steele

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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