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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lisa Alexander Baron



She shouted to her daughter then
her son before the vapors
before her body cut-off

a last swerve toward a milky
pillar brush against a sea-blue mosaic
glimpse of a dolphin arcing in

a fresco before her eyes shut
cut-out this maternal body
in an ash bed receding into

a hard mold a sculpture still
pulsing with the startle of separation
with the shock of silence