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“I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!”
—Edna St. Vincent Millay

This week we learned of deaths and rumours of death—of biological conclusions and metaphoric imaginings.

I thought of writing something elegiac, by way of tribute or expiation.

I thought of writing something dark, or something deep, or something dim. I decided that I live enough among the dim, dark deep somethings that make day melt into dusk.

I thought instead of the sounds within—the constant ebb and flow of the human biological processes.

The heart itself proves not to be a valentine, but four valves.
I walked a beach in Florida one week, accompanied by ibis dancing in the sand; in Sanibel, where the beaches feature thousands upon thousands of sea shells.

When I pick up the shells, I can trace the valves, and feet, and places of departure—and hear the roar, and dream of valves, which open, close, open close. Surge, flow.
Open.
Close.

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"Valves"
by gurdonark

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