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leaving early

“Leaving Early”
Leanne O’Sullivan

My Love,

tonight Fionnuala is your nurse.
You’ll hear her voice sing-song around the ward
lifting a wing at the shore of your darkness.
I heard that, in another life, she too journeyed
through a storm, a kind of curse, with the ocean
rising darkly around her, fierce with cold,
and no resting place, only the frozen
rocks that tore her feet, the light on her shoulders.

And no cure there but to wait it out.
If, while I’m gone, your fever comes down —
if the small, salt-laden shapes of her song
appear to you as a first glimmer of earth-light,
follow the sweet, hopeful voice of that landing.
She will keep you safe beneath her wing.

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poet diva chick

who has coffeehouse

or whole foods market
running through her
veins
scan her dna and you’ll se
thrift shop
swimming
in it
hear her open her mouth
and youll hear alternative music or
hip hop living in it
she gives kids on the streets m&ms or 
now and  laters
she sees you
gives you a kiss  now
and promises another one
later
maya angelou, amber tamblyn
and jill scott
are some of her sisters
dauxrianne laux , wanda coleman
nikki and Nicole blackman
you cant resist her
she can give her love freely like
edna millay, floating like a feather
or like Sylvia plath, a  thunderstorm
no matter the weather
her body may be  a  temple
or she may look like a
buddah
she’s not out to  impress
as she blowing bubbles
but she’ll school ya
words ride the hemn of her dress
her love is a hymn she gives to
him
when she opens her mouth
like a  bell, she’s always heard
she chews licorice like a communion
wafer
a high priestess of words
    
– erren geraud kelly
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