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TAURUS
I
can be assured to find her most days
in
one of those great inert apple-bough chairs
in
her largest room, knotting and knotting the yarn
of
the sleave of care with hard horn needles.
Nods
me into my place, a smile, the intrusion
of
chin into that sluggishly handsome neck of hers.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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