Feet in the earth
Face in the water
Heart in my hand
I, Pandora.

How ephemeral thou art
Mine eyes see through thee
Just beneath the salty sea
I snorkel.

Reach
Taste of my heart. 

But, rub my back
This posture is for the birds.

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© RAS   10/17/2020  1:48 AM EST