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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