a question arising
sings my stance:
still,

enclosed; love brews my fresh
refusal
of

drive by blithe, unfeeling.
treasures sweet
melt

into soil infusing
all these hours’
till

j. ruth kelly, 2014, all rights reserved

j. ruth kelly, 2014, all rights reserved

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