August 28, 2020

End of August

At the Swimming Pool

…Whenever it got dark, Mary Ann and I
pretended to be mermaids,
together and separate in the hazy underwater silence—
The pool lights turning into moons.



 

Lines by Jan Claire from The Music of the Aztecs
and photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

In the Beginning

Poet You constellate the myths, O royal oracle of archetypes. Photo and poem by Jan Claire

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