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Look the cliche movie scene where the escaped convict hides in the water and breathes thru a fennel stalk to elude his capturers, the poet writes this poem in the hope that in some distant future a reader finds the volume ina used book bin and taking it home reads the poems. Then the poet draws a sweet breath in that shared moment. Usually, we see over the poet's shoulder, here she turns and looks us in the eye.