Your beauty then invite it--dignity too.
But, woman in a hat, now,
Does it enhance you?
Written words in public, there, they--aren't you?
Ducks crossing the atmosphere where you work,
Your venerability growing rich with lines--
Invisible always, visible. I only came here
Because you roused my suspicion and I looked--
My question was loud and ceaseless in the quiet of the
Ford's dream--its watery flue.
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