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LetdownEleanor StanfordThe baby cries, but worse is waiting. Small breath lifts the leaves. Hand over hand, sap descends the knotted rope. In the yard, the chickens follow their traveling coop, pecking the ground clean. Eleanor Stanford Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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