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The Donkey, August, 1817

All along the roads the beds of grass played dead
that summer, the long blades bending under the weight of rain.
 
Charles walked forever, legs unbound by fence or distance
a silver net of droplets over his hair.
He wandered the river
casting plonking skipping stones,
pulling worms to hook,
his nails thin black crescents.
 
The air, the quivering air
carried [...]

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