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

Jennifer Poteet

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Emily Dickinson's Selfie

I take a secret picture
after pressing the last summer flowers.
In a long white dress and Birkenstocks
I dance, in grass, for several hours—

Wild days! And now, I'm busy baking bread—
but go out again to pick some greens.
I am happiest in the garden.
I fill a basket with snap beans—

then rush to pull two fresh loaves from the galley.
Love's oven—warm, like immortality!

Not far from here lies Amherst's burial yard.
I scribble poems in pencil on recipe cards.