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Clary

04/28/2026 14:58h
Her cart like a dugout canoe. Had been an oak trunk. Cut young.      Fire-scoured. What was bark what was heartwood :P u r e   C h a r - H o l e Adze-hacked and gouged. Ever after (never not) wheeling hollow there behind her. Up the hill toward Bennett Yard; down through Eight-Mile, the Narrows. C o m e s   C l a r y   b y   h e r e   n o w Body bent past bent.      Intent upon horizon and carry. Her null eye long since gone isinglassy, opal. —The potent (brimming, fluent) one looks brown. C o u r s e s   C l a r y   s u r e   a s   b a y o u   t h r o u g h   h e r e  n o w Bearing (and borne ahead by) hull and hold behind her. Plies the dark. Whole nights most nights along the overpass over Accabee. C r o s s e s   C l a r y   b l e s s   h e r   b a r r o w   u p   t h e r e   n o w Pausing and voweling there—   the place where the girl fell. (                  ) Afterwhile passing. Comes her cart like a whole-note held.