“The Leaving" My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily. I was a girl then, my chest its own walled garden. How many ladders to… — Brigit Pegeen Kelly Copy Share Image
“This song is sweet. It is sweet. The heart dies of this sweetness.” — Brigit Pegeen Kelly Copy Share Image
“The Leaving" My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran… — Brigit Pegeen Kelly Copy Share Image
