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caught dry on a trail
between forest and salt
cedar floats liquid down my throat
in extract of red, pooled in cliffside fissures
opened by roots
whose hunger cracks stone.
I should not be drinking
giardiasis has no finesse

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catch a fire prompts for February 2009: finesse, liquid, cedar, hunger, float

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Sheila Brooke was born in IloIlo, Panay, Philippines. Now a Lightkeeper, living at Trial Island Light, BC, Canada. Much water in between!

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Published:
Sunday, March 1st, 2009 at 12:02 am
2009 February Issue, catch a fire, written word