O my snows of yesteryear! & as the Tide
in the affairs of men enters the rinse cycle,
I hear her washing the world
& dressing it in clean linen
revolving everyone
from iris to sunflower, from Want
to Give (all in the twinkle
of a sigh).     O my soul's Giantess!


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Henry Gould | Island Road 12
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