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Cowhands speak dubbed enjoy American
semiliterate monks and boy ivory carvers
defile between high mountains their heavy armor
heat-stressed mothers like antennas taking in wisdom on white paper
on the altar wall tender, her braided hair born with a daredevil
gazes at her book of divided lands troughs, skinny, long-legged lambs
she is a goddess--purpose and stature and a dry leaf, painted
her face is round, her summer neighbor on the threshold of her open
two slim chimneys above two million light-years on a colonnaded terrace