Author: Kathy Lee
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The Escape
Today we escape! Years in the making. Weeks of collaborative planning. My children, coworkers, and friends sworn to secrecy. All those years I lied to everyone about the abuse but worst of all was realizing that I had lied to myself about the impact on my kids. The truth bared itself to me that fateful…
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High in the Western Sky
The morning moonHigh in the western skyMoon shadows Soft and deepGather across the desert floorQuiet and stillThe sky brightensShadows shift Morning sun Overtakes the moon glowRoadrunners and jack rabbits Scurry through the shadowsThe morning moonDips deep in the western sky
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I need to know
Do they grow Again After the nuclear annihilation The trees The birds Do they grow Again I need to know
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Climb Every Mountain
I was the most special girl in all the world as I sat across the table from my mom and dad in the otherwise empty ice cream parlor. They had opened the door for just us after closing time because I was important. After all, I was the solo flutist at the school concert that…
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Justice
A glance at the store window revealswhat my dress cannot conceal.Knocked up he had sneered, knocking me down. Head held high in the jostling crowdof a half-hour subway rideCrowd flow carries me to the sidewalk. The journey’s purpose looms before me A massive building befitting the institutiondaunting stairsteps taunting me like an unsolved mysteryMy destiny…
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The Rhythm in The Rain
The old woman, in the wheelchair, an amputeewith a toddler balanced on the stump of that amputated leg.She uses the whole leg to propel the wheelchairwith her and the little girl toward the open front door.The screen door is closed. They sit in silence,hearing the rain bounce off the concrete steps,smelling the dust of summer…
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My mother used to tell me
‘Good things come in little packages.” Probably because I was smaller than my little (younger) sister. She told me to always walk facing traffic so if a car pulls over you can run away more easily. This has, indeed , proven helpful to me over the years as my hearing loss worsened. She never told…
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Morning View
The morning mist lay on the valley flooras the sun warmed the hills around itLittle sparks of light twinkled along the edgeCommuters in their cars moving along the highwayLittle sparks of energy off to keep the world humming alongAll the while the sun, the mist, and Ilanguidly enjoying the moment
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