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From the title poem:Ampersandpink as dead shrimp, the unborn curls in its tide pool--seed pearlwhose mother lusters over irritant love it's too late to dislodge;little anemone, shrinking from touch. So and holds separate what it most closely binds.Review:Ms. Greger's poems take place at the point of encounter between the mind and the world of matter. . . . And it is the resistance of the real and ...