She was a woman with a
broom or a dustpan or a washrag
or a mixing spoon in her hand. You
saw her cutting piecrust in the
morning, humming to it, or you
saw her setting out the baked pies
at noon or taking them in, cool, at
dusk. She rang p,.0_L~e!air~,cups like a
Swiss bell ringer, to their place. She
glided through the halls as ~'ll-y')
as a vacuum machine, seeking,
finding, and setting to rights. She
made mirrors of everY window, to
catch the sun. She 4trolled but
twice through any garden, (~rowe! in
ha.~ and the flowers raised-~eir
Ct_U_!vering fires upon the warm air
in iaer (va~.~ She slept quietly and
turned no more than three times in
a night, as relaxed as a white glove
to which, at dawn, a ~'~ hand ~(
will return. Waking, she"touched t;
people like pictures, to set their !t
frames straight.
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