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I had not earlier
noticed the fecundity
of the hedges--how the cats
hunted, entirely hidden
by the leaves; how the bark
there, so close to the dark earth,
both moistened and tore. I had
not known that a boar, in the cool
of the morning, might roll itself
into a shallow even I
could try on. And you, as though
each of these was forbidden,
keeping to the higher
places, your arms swinging openly
at your sides like a grounded
bird.
 You might have gone
inward or out. You might have
turned to either side. You might have held
one hand up to the Father
and ordered him not to look
beneath my verdure.
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