If it was both pathetic and marvelous
You'd dislike it,
You'd be uncertain about it--
Let a foot of snow fall on it,
Your fingers would ply absently in sting and misdials
East of your belly
And simple human truths would--without ceremony,
Gravitate to another.
Sheep drift peacefully across the field, and the yarn
Makes a pattern.
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