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s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Kathleen Kirk
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Poem to be Placed in the Middle of a Manuscript of Flower Poems, Written on a Wednesday, Garbage Day, in Normal, Illinois
Surely, these poems are about me,
a Normal woman bending to dig
Nameless Creek
I was thinking of humility,
of being broken down to gravel
Juncos
My mother
loves them as I do, for their modest, persistent
beauty.
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