Falling on the rednecks--the unusualest of intellects
Neither without the fraying work of purpose nor
Dependent on it.
Trace it like Hebrew or Cajun: is this our dialect
Meager, if unsatisfying and locally abrupt--son to Mother
Other to confused other?
These rare rains are young--they sparkle with buckish cursings
In stride they even the road, the work
The burstlings.
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