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Those Women
Cut and contriving women
hauling fresh shrimps
up in their seines
standing waist deep
in the brown voluptuous
water of their own element
how I remember those women
sweeping in the childish rivers
of my eyes
and the fish slipping
like eels
through their laughing thighs
Written by Grace Nichols
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