twisting her bracelet pearl side out
she refused to obey in her vows
made a huge deal of the choice
yet now - at every beck and call
she runs - hard bottomed - ever downward
her voice outlasting the whispered wind
that lifts her toil to the hill again
......
everything is just so - ruffled - pleated
bosoming fresh in turquoise and ivory
as they line up to grin and be happy
The Blue Book
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