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

Lois Marie Harrod


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The wound is where the light enters . . .

and are you not wounded . . .
a sieve of stars?

Push aside the curtains
and wait again

the sun's stiletto.
The doves are moaning

but your body fills with light.