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Sarah B. Cahalan

I guess the moon snail won’t object
if I get down beside it in the sand, dig
fingers deep below and slowly up
again. This day I raise the moon
from the earth like a glass of wine.
I’ve planted seeds in the ground and
wished for beans. I’ve buried things
that happened in the desert. No bones
stay buried at the beach.

Sarah B. Cahalan writes about art, books, faith, natural history, the layers of places and how those correspond with our own layers as people moving through time and place. She is based in Dayton, Ohio.

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