One Plain: With Everything

Kettle bottoms: scrubbed and shining
Buttered bones: still housed in hollows

Crusted tales: a hundred years hence
Living continuums: where music hides

Fretting women: across a darkling plain
Hear them: night is gone, day still comes

Ripening berries: crackled bowls filled
Curious collections: ineluctable poetry

Messing around: too much left unsaid
Step upwards: circles can be unbroken

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Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Women.Poets.Ohio
Process: Augmented centos