she got in, the last one
before the leaves turned.
a strange life
concealed quiet want
in loveless strictures.
young woman,
certainly different,
ordained
in that same
range,
more
weeding,
her skin
turned brown
harvesting the sun.
seek consent to make
fiercely lavished attention
quite impossible
pleasure.
alone,
so far way,
to marry a notion
grasped with good.
it might be,
very.
A Fortunate Sum
