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FIVE POEMS

Edwin Kelly

Child Psychologist


The boy placed his glass of water on the centre of my desk,

touched the thin meniscus and said

                                                      It feels like this

then pushed his finger through the water’s skin.

I noted the refraction, his finger enlarged and broken.

 

In retirement I remember this, and dream of flies

hatching from flakes of my skin.

                                            When I look in my mirror I see

beads of sweat. A moth, wings folded, on my shaving light.

 

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Kelly, Edwin- Five Poems

 

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