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Kelly White
Scrib
does the egg
nog free milk?
does the eye
know me? does
the egg never
be? do the coy
marry freely?
does the egg
nod evil?
does the cry
mean me? does
the egg nag
years? does
the eye cry before
it is alone?
Again the dark ship
sits in offshore mist, silent,
unmoving, alone.
a yellow feather–
no: another gray feather
on a yellow leaf
fat hot raindrops
dogs balk at the door
tornado warnings
I’m sorry I’m not
sorry I’m not home I’m not
sorry to miss you
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