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Two
by Ward Kelley
There was sand at our feet the day we considered
floating off on the brown river. You thought to
write our names there; I watched your thigh strengthen
as you bent with the stick. When you arose your face
appeared so certain of what was written, I failed to
question you. Yet these were not our names, or even
the proper sexes; still your dark eyes said this is what
we will be called. How do you come to such knowledge?
The ibis on the far bank called out to us. I wasn't certain
I wanted this journey as you floated: two breasts, two feet.
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Copyright © 2003 by Ward Kelley.
Ward Kelley has seen more than 1200 of his poems appear in journals world
wide. He is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee whose publication credits
include such journals as: Another Chicago Magazine, Rattle, Zuzu's Petals,
Ginger Hill, Sunstone, Spillway, Pif, Whetstone, 2River View, Melic Review,
Thunder Sandwich, Rustlings of the Wind, The Animist, Offcourse, Potpourri
and Skylark. He was the recipient of the Nassau Review Poetry Award for 2001.
Kelley is the author of two paperbacks: "histories of souls," a poetry
collection, and "Divine Murder," a novel; he also has an epic poem, "comedy
incarnate" on CD and CD ROM.
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