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The white kitchen table stood
outside on the lawn beside blue
liriope and a dark four poster.
Three spindle back chairs sat
off in one corner as strangers
pulled to the curb, talking price.
The day grew hot; the yard
held the heat until the late shade
gathered it. Deep in shadow
the ghosts convened, polite
guests returning to the scene,
too courteous to make a fuss.
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Former Wallace Stegner Fellow, Susan Kelly-DeWitt is a poet and visual artist who lives in Sacramento, California.
Copyright 2024 Susan Kelly-DeWitt. From Frangible Operas (Gunpowder Press, 2024)
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A poem with gentleness and strength laced together. Love it.
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I do too, Lisa. The poem has so few words and yet a powerful impact.
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Talk about getting the tone right … something so perfectly courteous about the language, the sentence structure … I love this poem.
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masterfully accomplished poems Thank you!
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Thanks, Louie. It’s nice to see you in Vox Populi again!
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This poem sets such a tone and mood that the ghosts who “convened” seem quite ordinary, welcome, even. Love it, Susan!
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wonderful poem Susan. So stark and unassuming. I love the scene you set, and the mood. (Carla Schwartz)
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