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Kimberly Glanzman

the first shore I met:
white as a fingernail,
hot as a heartbeat.
my storm-shattered sail,

salt-stained, hung
from the broken mast
like a tear straining
against an eyelash.

the moon riding
a cerulean sky sparring
with a sea dark enough
to swallow sunlight –

everything calm now:
clouds gone, wind
silent; and the cool,
glassy water slipping

across my empty,
open palm.

Kimberly Glanzman is a water sign languishing in the desert heat of Phoenix. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Harpur Palate, Puerto del Sol, and Iron Horse, among others. Find out more at

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