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i was the scar

i was the scar,
a cradle moon
healing slowly,
ghost at dawn,
bone deep cut
with brackish margin.
you, lights in a puddle,
flower twixt wind and rock,
constellation of wisdom,
drawn as a hand
to salt split lips.

Gerald P. Wickham hails from Wexford, Ireland, where he grew up in a maritime and fishing family. He immigrated to the United States over 20 years ago and is the first in his family to go to college. He has a BA (Hons) from Ulster University in Northern Ireland, an MA from the University of Iowa and an EdD from Edgewood College in Madison, Wisconsin. Gerald holds appointments as an educationalist at both the University of Iowa and the University of Illinois. His primary influences are William Butler Yeats and Mary Oliver.

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