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Out of the Dust By Karen Hesse. Hope in a Drizzle Quarter inch of rain is nothing to complain about. … Today she stood out in the drizzle h idden from the road, a nd from Daddy, and she thought from me, but I could see her from the barn, She was bare as a pear, raindrops
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Hope in a Drizzle Quarter inch of rain is nothing to complain about. … Today she stood out in the drizzle hidden from the road, and from Daddy, and she thought from me, but I could see her from the barn, She was bare as a pear, raindrops sliding from her skin, leaving traces of mud on her face and her long back, trickling dark and light paths, slow tracks of wet dust down the bulge of her belly. My dazzling ma, round and ripe and striped like a melon. July 1934
Blame The neighbor women came. They wrapped my baby brother in a blanket and placed him in Ma’s bandaged arms. We buried them together… “An accident,” they said. Under their words a finger pointed.
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