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She preferred to read the knives
and in the evenings look
for weather. She was field shy,
house hidden, but when she wandered
wondered why the barn & what the roof
meant. The knives all pointed
in the same direction. The geese
arranged like a map. The knives
revealed what she required: a clearing,
a corner, a place to conserve. The heron
a hearing she couldn't get used to.
Knives safe in their drawers
& the weather shifted. The knives
foretold it—said see how
the field. See how it serves.
Posted 03/17/10
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