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as he left the garden
he said they may be working nearer home now.
dry he wore the white dress
though
his hair curled damply

we drew him
we painted him

he is taller now & remains
much the same
lady on the bus told me her sister kept lots of soap and what did I think.

I says she sounds like me.
courage to walk away
from objects that irritate
our eyes, to eat another way,
with snakes and camphor oil.

you know what i mean
you thought we were broken
yet we watch you solidly, bravely like joan
with just one comma throughout
snakes figure a bit here since
i saw that one in the
famous old painting with an egg
in its mouth
..blue sky..

she said she liked the stories

except I did not tell them
i never tell you much
nor all of it

there are bits left to fill in
yourselves
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