Julie Damerell

Baptism She set me on the water, then let go knowing I would not call. She did not pull me back, did not let me be the one she loved most. I see my face at sixty, wrinkled from the wash of days looking for a woman with eyes the color of leaves. I wonder if this mirror is the water, if she looks like this, if she sees me.

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