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Amid the strident concrete and clasping steel, new poems cavort in spring rain, where weeds whisper in hues no eye has cultivated. - Mira Kinsey Amid the strident concrete and clasping steel, new poems cavort in spring rain, where weeds whisper in hues no eye has cultivated. - Mira Kinsey Amid the strident concrete and clasping steel, new poems cavort in spring rain, where weeds whisper in hues no eye has cultivated. - Mira Kinsey