There’s a low point
in the yard, a depression,
a smooth hollow
where moist feelings
puddle after storms.
It’s a tender place,
hardened from time’s
impress that holds on
while everything else
basks in new sunlight,
sways to the kiss
of a kinder breeze,
& seems to get on
with life’s leveling.
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ky li is a folk poet in Louisville, Kentucky. ky received an MA in creative writing/poetry last summer. ky’s work has appeared in Brittle Star, The Oddville Press, The Ibis Head Review, West Trade Review, and the books Six Voices and Six Voices Two, published by Blackthorn Press.
Photo: Valeria
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