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Towards the surface
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Paul Long
Towards the surface
of the water
my mind
shouting
with greater
difficulty
moving up
from my chest
the name
still holds
this throat
the echoes
cling
inside this skull
from longing
a quick blur
a quiver
down to
black earth
not below
yet-
no voice
comes.
I am praying
she who owns my mind
hear my prayers
Her rising fire
spreads beneath
my skin my
tongue sticks
to my mouth
I cannot speak.
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Author Bio:
Paul Long is a poet and teacher whose work has appeared in Bird Dog,
Fence, and other journals. He teaches English at Baltimore City
Community College and received an MFA in poetry from Brown University.
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