Stingrays
by Olivia Murphy-Major
Today we sat on chairs
In a slant of winter sun
Counting open windows
Across the street.
Your hair full of light,
Your face of freckles.
Next we count memories.
Kitchen cabinets,
Summer daffodils, buttery petals
in summer wind.
A swimming hole back home,
The green water where fish
Sparkle and shift beneath us.
The glimmer of light and shadow,
How we twirl our bodies beneath the surface
Like stingrays slip through salt water
And flutter seaward wings.
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