David Kleinbard The Family Doctor The octogenarian can't look me in the eye. His wife, young at sixty, steers his hand From mouth to plate, then smiles at air. Once family doctor, he shuffles from...
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Poetry David Kleinbard Iona Here where the sun sets past midnight Dawn was at one, the ball rolled so fast You could never catch up and were always In danger of falling off. A murderous priest...
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