day makersthe well it called me. ![]() speech of hooks. ![]() shot once into the air and left the horse to hang in the barn. ![]() goodbye town that I know. ![]() little black feathers on little black ants better that this also be goodbye. ![]() I saw many things wrong as a child. ![]() the way the living not the dead would turn. ![]() the night pared from the wall ![]() a thin thing over the thin mouth of my sister. ![]() I thought it all a circus sorrowed but a circus still. ![]() now I watch a barn being raised and want nothing for the swallow on my arm. ![]() a human word ![]() is rape ![]() and human to go when called. ![]() I was wrong to take the knife from the boy in the well. ![]() to think it merely shyness keeping him small in that drawn bucket. |
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