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New-mown hay smell and wind of the plain made her

a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills in

them and her hands were tough for work and there

was passion for life in her womb.

She and her man crossed the ocean and the years that

marked their faces saw them haggling with landlords

and grocers while six children played on the stones

and prowled in the garbage cans.

One child coughed its lungs away, two more have adenoids

and can neither talk nor run like their mother,

one is in jail, two have jobs in a box factory

And as they fold the pasteboard, they wonder what the

wishing is and the wistful glory in them that flutters

faintly when the glimmer of spring comes on

the air or the green of summer turns brown:

They do not know it is the new-mown hay smell calling

and the wind of the plain praying for them to come

back and take hold of life again with tough hands

and with passion.