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NAIL

scarcely in the wall, he was the center,
expanding its radius
across the gardens, fields, beet briar
and further, to the henhouses, the radish-

patch, becoming more worldy, all-encompassing:
we hung up the hats. we hung up cardigans
and picture frames, hung coats, umbrellas,
until we almost forgot him, whose hard gaze

will be still there, when we have long since moved away
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