HELEN KELLER'S MESSAGE
I have a directionless comb that
scrapes through my head. Pulls
burrs and knots from my hair but
parts nothing. I don't even know
from whence I came, so why should
I care about any comb at all? The
rooster crows at the break of day?
Is that what I keep hearing? The
last time I heard that sound anywhere
around here was in Hopewell. The
house where that lady lived; there
were chickens there, a whole brood;
and you don't see that much any more.
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