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      December 16, 2017Child at SeaSaul Bennett

      We remain together,
      Though on a vessel now,
      In a shallow waterway, a tributary,
      Berthed eternally at mocha dusk. It warms so
      Knowing
      She’s a deck below,
      Biding, grooming, imagined
      Unafraid.
      When she ventures up
      And starboard toward us,
      We shall assure the world, corresponding
      Flags aloft, our child has not died.

      from #18 - Winter 2002

      Saul Bennett

      “I had never written a poem. Then, following the sudden death of my oldest child, 24, from a brain aneurysm, poetry found me in my grief.”

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