Ingrid, Age 13, Bowie, MD
                      When I peer in the rippling southern bay,
casting its dusk across the night's placebo
When I exhume the shaken dune sands
that wasp into a finger-like clearing
When I taste the pungent fumes of wet cloves
and dry winds prickling my taste buds
I feel at home, in the seascape of forgotten necessities.
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