“A Fortunate Sum”

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.

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