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Oceans answer skies with aching waves
that groan and surge as, making ways
through shades of blue, they seek to wash
for days the shores of Xanadu.

by Matthew Mehan

Original bio from the Midsummer 2007 issue:

Matthew Mehan does not live in our physical universe, but rather in something called the “Mercatornet.”

This poem first ran in the Midsummer 2007 edition of Grub Street Grackle

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