(xvii the star)

November 1st, 2017

 

one day i take the train to the ocean.

donovan is just bringing in his boat.

his body is sweat shiny & glowing.

donovan knows all about constellations.

 

donovan is just bringing in his boat.

the sea air is salty & clean & fresh.

donovan knows about constellations.

he says the stars shine all day & all night.

 

the sea air is salt & clean & fresh.

i think about everything he told me.

he said the stars shine all day & all night.

i swim until my teeth are chattering.

 

i dry myself off & put on lotion.

one day i take the train to the ocean.

 

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About the Author:

 

Polly MacDavid lives in Buffalo, New York at the moment but that could easily change, since she is a gypsy at heart. Like a gypsy, she is attracted to the divinatory arts, as well as camp fires and dancing barefoot. She has three cats who all help her with her magic.

Her philosophy about religion and magic is that it must be thoroughly based in science and logic. She is Dianic Wiccan and she is solitary.

She blogs at silverapplequeen.wordpress.com. She writes about general life, politics and poetry. She is writing a novel about sex, drugs and recovery.

 


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