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Connie
Nicola Jackson
The countess stops in the doorway.
What plans and schemes are here
as pale light washes the raw-planked floor.
She presses the heels of her button-gloved hands
together, holds dust-moted air like a lily.
Room for the easel by the window,
The dressing case to go upstairs.
She pulls a brown overall from the dun valise;
then over her head with it to tab her two hips,
telling of just the one child.
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