It must come as leaves
to a tree
or not at all
yet it comes sometimes
as the black hen
with the red round eye
on the embroidery
stitch by stitch
dropped and found again
and when it’s all there
the black hen stares
with its round red eye
and you’re afraid.
English Poems
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