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

Kelley Jean White

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love spilling from your dark eyes
beyond your veiled face, your baby girl
not walking, not growing, not standing,
her birthday gone by; I have to tell you sunlight,
not enough vitamin D spilling from your breasts–
it is a word we've near forgotten
but now my city children's legs bow and crack–
oh god, for my dear friend, for her baby, for me,
oh open us to your good sky