Friday, August 13, 2021

Once Upon A Time by Ann Privateer

When we were fish
 We swam together
 When we were trees
 We grew close
 Enough to touch
 Now we’re in cars
 And apart.





Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of the her recent work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.


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