OUR MEEK
ADJUSTMENTS
By all my mutilated edges I have wholesome come to this
:
my most magnificent crenelations, rudders in the brain,
ripples on the head, slow folds on the cranium of all my
time. All the wind, in turn, undulates these things like
willows blowing slow rhythms of the riverside's edging.
Squirrels and chipmunks, in the hills above, stop short
and take their notice, while filthy geese and placid
ducks
don their usual pacings for whatever it is may come
below.
(We make our meek adjustments to what the world may
bring).
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