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Mama Mada
Lighthouse
by Victo ria Kennefick
They say that when they laid his bloated body
in her open arms she tried to dry him
with her long red hair; her tears
threatened to drown him all over again.
They say that when she finally let go,
her fingers were puckered;
in the morning her hair was pure white.
She never left the corner house again.
They say she fell away to nothing.
Her bones barely held up pale skin,
sail-taut against the storm of winds
that prevailed night after night.
They say she haunted windows,
watched the water, her face a perfect sphere.
And the crews, sailing the rising sea,
often mistook her for the moon.
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