Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Three times, at least, I’d repeat last

night’s sunset, of which I could see
night’s sunset, of which I could see
night’s sunset, of which I could see
a framed square of downy furrows
a framed square of downy furrows
deepening from rose to bruise
deepening from rose to bruise
while I sat in the filling tub, —Matthew Nienow
while I sat in the filling tub,
—Matthew Nienow

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