By the Shore
She writes letters 

from morning
to night. She writes

to everyone and everything:
the post-man, her neighbors,

the planet Mercury.

Beside her desk a window
overlooks the sea.

Children laugh

as they play in the waves and she
decides to write to water,

a thank-you note of sorts.
Nothing is more terrible than thirst,

she begins, imagining 
ice, imagining 

throats.
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