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THEFT OF LINES FROM SPICER AND BOBROWSKI the river flowing in curves a smile in the heart of the plain we children of water live by it drying out our clothes economics is controversial dry clothing is not controversial my most ancient face Could branch off into real magic. Each flower in place. We smile out at the plain and its crops drying for harvest we have laid out weeds to demarcate our fields and to mourn them once they have been cut we have laid our field near the river it eats and follows the plain descends toward some distant sea its thoughtless feet also emotionless