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With trademark humor, Baltimore poet Jenny Keith shares a heavy-duty secret.
Sharp elbow! Heads up from the iced tea and lawn,
the glass door swings open, invites everyone.
A ring dance, a blessing, a twirl of good cheer.
See now, coming forward from kitchen and parlor:
It’s clever, transcending its genre—its gender!
You will love it and honor it, cherish forever
this one like the ones you remember, but smaller,
cuter and sweeter, much nicer, petite-er,
the bite-size of meat that will never taste vulgar.
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