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by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

In Ballard
amid the dampness
from docks,
the quayside
stench of clams,
she dreams of
Queen Anne Hill
lace curtains
and Earl Grey tea.

On Queen Anne Hill
behind billows
of Irish lace
she dreams of Paris
a place she knows
she will never see.


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