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I panic break
from a spring flower painting spate
in my old school pal’s house
beneath the hill
because I see that his youngest girl carrying in the strawberries on a tray
while fair in face and waist
holds one fist in crippled clinch.
Dancing hydrangeas
fill the dark shadows
under her face.