The Dedication by Anne Whitehouse
Music floats in her, an air in the spaces of her head. Under
her white face, she is a pool of swampwater, flowing away so
slowly she does not appear to be moving. The tannin of silver
trees has dyed her dark. There is a wind in the high trees.
Anne Whitehouse is the author of BLESSINGS AND CURSES, forthcoming this fall from Poetic Matrix.
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