Parading

as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where

it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam
it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam
it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam
in what shone at me —Marie Howe
in what shone at me
—Marie Howe

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