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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Erren Geraud Kelly


Coffeehouse Poem # 282

The woman with the titanium
Leg waves at me from
Across the room, but
I don't really notice a
Prosthetic leg at all
It is long and sleek
"A souvenir from desert storm"
She jokes

It reminds me of a missile
When she walks, she cuts
A path like blade runner
She told me she ran a
Marathon on her bullet leg
And I am dumbfounded
Though, she laughs like a
Song, when she admits
Sometimes, she is clumsy
When she's dancing