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Keeping Him Updated

When Raymond left she broke
her harp and never played again,
but her sweet voice can still be heard
while she plucks feathers from a hen
and later when she’ll pull and squeeze
the teats of Betsy’s udder. In summer
she’ll make hay, feed lambs, groom
a grey horse, then dress it in a saddle,
reins, ride it to a plot. She’ll stay
a while and talk and when
she thinks she’s told him all
she’ll touch the strings that bind

a cross, sigh, remount, then
gallop back to feed the pigs.

◄ A Symbol of Nature

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