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The Sound of Doubt her man slipped away. from demeaning work, night shifts, sweating salt, humiliation – left her, their village, promises behind – whistling water poured with sacramental care upon tea leaves once stirred soon settled – she reads: away to countryside near traipsing river wide & slow-willowed on west slope of (our) mighty mountain range tall peaks snow-capped, (reminding of their love) – there was more: to purchase small farm and, when ready, return take his loving bride into countryside there to raise seven children and live life (freed from stench of big city & too many in too small spaces)– she waits for news, praying in the waning light – then re-stirs her tea – once, she had misread one leaf – a rattling spoon warns of tomorrows. |
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