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Collected Poetry
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Version Eddy
Book one of impromptu trilogy.
Creation
As Henry stood aside the idling yarder a steady rain fell upon the piled sawlogs. One hour and ten minutes to lunch and some of the framers, striding the shed joists of the roof expansion, were still burdened with Thursday's hangover: commerce happened readily at the mill and a certain intercourse common only to men—so that what did take place could do so, outwardly, at its own risk and only above the din of the belt saw and the still-wet lumber's painted ends. back | ToC | next
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