The Night of Falling Ice 


A wax foot
A shattered orbit
A bullet blue under the skin

Three naked prisoners
Two burning trumpets
One empty bowl

A frozen finger
A withered hand
An arm replaced by a hook

The scream of a rabbit
(or a jack-lit deer)

Come heaven or low water
A still stone gathers moss
A bird in the bush is worth two in the hand

A scrap of a letter found on the street:
Brother, don’t read this.
The light is broken.



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Pediatrician Kelley White worked in inner-city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in journals including Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA. Her most recent books are TOXIC ENVIRONMENT (Boston Poet Press) and TWO BIRDS IN FLAME (Beech River Books.) She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant.

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