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An oblique cloud of purple smoke / across a milky silhouette / of house sides and tiny trees -- / a little village -- / that ends in a saw edge / of mist-covered trees / on a sheet of grey sky.
To the right, jutting in, / a dark crimson corner of roof.
To the left, half a tree: / -what a blessing it is / to see you in the street again, / powerful woman, / coming with swinging haunches, / breasts straight forward, / supple shoulders, full arms / and strong, soft hands (I've felt them) carrying the heavy basket.
I might well see you oftener!
And for a different reason / than the fresh eggs / you bring us so regularly.
Yes, you, young as I, / with boney brows, / kind grey eyes and a kind mouth; / you walking out toward me / from that dead hillside!
I might well see you oftener.