I would plural, in the backyard seeding.

Brought to a clip
clop carry us onto your back.

Through our neighborhood of planted.

Carry.

Two of her in the sheets of yours.

A less careful toss out her pocket, turnip maybe

or white-grass will grow in time.

 

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Your children taught
by her to never
be a pick
pocket, cleaning
crisp bills from
the neighbors
into cranes.

 

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All just the children ushered in from
and fed.

Make and craft a field of them, they number you.

Some days they file single out of their barn, now they open
palmed grab you, a crowd.

                      "Glue me to your hand" '

 

 

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And with hot
sheets, your sound
across the chapel bed.

 

 

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This room is one I am in
and if not, she'll deliver.

How else did you become soft

               termite gnawed
         you, mulch.

If bite, then stand.
If sleep, then fray.

 

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Easy to rise your children
(Easy to ride them out to the field)
from their corn beds, easy to rise
the childbed.
For this job, your job will do.
Why do you think
they have no saddles.