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Shipwrecks of filtered light
I’m not in love
Am I?

Spume flying
Against our boots
Blowing on cold hands

Haven’t seen you
In a long while
Holding shaking breath

With bruises
Time flying
Against our souls

Poetry again?
Old friend
Escaping waste baskets

A past not perfect
Thrown against the wall
Not sticking

Taking a licking
Like words between teeth
Needing cleaning



Glenda's writing journey started with children's stories and progressed to short stories and poetry. She has a volume of poetry called POETRY IN MOTION, about her years in Vancouver, B.C., where she read in different venues such as La Quena on Commercial Drive.

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