you found a little dog
huddling in a fox’s den
(the sound might have been a siren
it might have been the whine of a table saw)
leaves trembling
all those shades of green, and red
I pulled a package from the top of the closet
my forgotten dancing shoes
and sent you home with three cans of food
and a crumpled bag of chocolate
(there were stars despite the rain
and a whisper that meant tomorrow)
Pediatrician Kelley White has worked in inner city Philadelphia and rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA. Her most recent collection is NO. HOPE STREET (Kelsay Books). She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant.
