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  • It's really how we're all milkmaids,
    with our pitchers, daily, dreamy in precision,
    to the task
    not ordinary
    but regular with regular involved dreamy dreams
    and ochre rich we are ever in our window frames
    in indigo blues
    in delft democracy
    that bit of Holland in us
    that low country feeling
    we are the womanly mystery
    when we did not need to be a countess
    or betrodden
    but we could be
    and we could be seen in all our curvy glory
    attending to water, water and stoneware
    and democracy
    and drapery and windows

    The path was always short for us, we women
    down the brick out of the wood
    to sailing ships
    and the beauty of a day

    watching water

    (Photo by Susan, July 2015, garden)
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