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MM.12:140WENDY L. HAMMOND
Clear Water
Idle
Calm
Clear water
Seeable, see-through
-Like me
When i wear my x-ray
In the daytime
In public
Dark blotches
Empty pockets
Bones and clouds
On exhibit like artwork
On a Paris street
All the people stop to stare
Soak their feet in me
Hear the empty echo
Of catholic organ music
Two sides of a song
The ripple of the beat
And if they pray, or feel
Or reel themselves in
Through the
Idle
Calm
Clear water
Then art becomes artistry
And passersby
Hum
Somewhere
Under their skin
Poem, © 2000, WENDY L. HAMMOND
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