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The learned poet found
one more green thing
on which to lavish
her skein of words;
above her the unseen stars
seemed to wheel unnoticed;
one thing she'd learned,
raising a tapestry of children,
grandchildren, et seq.,
a small thing, she,
best concerned with other small things,
with what she knew;
each skinned-knee patched a poem,
each newborn's cry a song.