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 of the distant wood: what an angle you make with each other as you lie there in contemplation.

XIII. Work hard all your young days and they'll find you too, some morning staring up under your chiffonier at its warped bass-wood bottom and your soul— out! —among the little sparrows behind the shutter.

XIV. —and the flapping flags are at half mast for the dead admiral.

XV. All this— was for you, old woman. I wanted to write a poem that you would understand. For what good is it to me if you can't understand it? But you got to try hard— But— Well, you know how the young girls run giggling