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

Adele Kenny

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Even When She Isn't Sure, She Is

(After Winter Landscape by Paul Gauguin)

Not the sky flashed out in stars, or night's snapped sheet—not what's frozen or how deep this winter is. A woodpecker taps into its own sound, everything else unspoken. Done with hollow apologies—she knows what gone is.

Like other abstractions—wherever we go, what's left and what's not—stretched shadows under the snow's beak—things never as much or as little as we think.

She says she is sure and surely not, says she is this: the sharp edge of a laugh, whatever the cold brings in.