4:57
the street light begins to fight
December’s dead light
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Pediatrician Kelley White has worked in inner city Philadelphia and rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA. Her most recent collection is NO. HOPE STREET (Kelsay Books). She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant.
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ahh, ms k.j.w., how time does continue forward.
entertaining a subtle thought, only when reminiscing does it tend to flow in reverse…
remembering 2004.
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11:13
day or night
once told the minute of my demise
algebra
shaking his head
for the right angle
squinting
at the painting
not a clue
thin ice across the puddle
December light
holiday twilight
twinkling of starry eyes …
7:01
winter always kills
my face and ears flushed red
waiting for solstice
ahh, ms k.j.w., how time does continue forward.
entertaining a subtle thought, only when reminiscing does it tend to flow in reverse…
remembering 2004.
–
11:13
day or night
once told the minute of my demise