The Millennium Issue:
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Duane Locke
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Sawgrass
I rub my fingers over the sawgrass' hips
To heal the wounds on my fingertips.
The sawgrass rough edges close
The cuts sliced by human voices, scars become stars.
~Duane Locke
Duane writes, "Currently I have poems in the May-June issue of the print magazine American Poetry Review, and on 200 different websites." Email him.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.