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Keith Polette<\/h1>\n

Hands<\/span><\/h2>\n

Last night, by hearth\u2019s faint light,
\nI noticed that her small hands,
\nworn from work, weathered with age,
\nand wise in the ways of making and mending,
\nwere folded like wings on her lap,
\nready to take flight into a vast space
\nthat she kept to herself.<\/p>\n

Keith Polette <\/strong><\/span>has returned to writing poetry after many years. He is grateful that many of his recent poems have been accepted by journals, both print and online.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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