A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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Trellised clouds upwards towards
earth’s moon
Set within a night-dome
of…
Phoebe,
Gentle handmaid
Of us all,
Who assisted Paul
And others
Of the early church,
They quarrel in low tide mud
Over scraps of rotten food;
They rest on fishhouse…
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