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Poems
Diving Girl
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She's next to nowhere, feeling no cold
in her white sluther of bubbles.
She comes to a pint like a seal
in his deep dive, she is sleek.
As her nostrils close
she's at home. See how salt water slides
as she opens her eyes.
There is the word naked
but she's not spelled by it.
Look at her skin's steel glint
and the knife of her fins.
With the basking shark
with the minke whale
and the grey seal
she comes up to breathe
ten miles offshore.
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