< a878.txt.1; fragment_extrageneric >
Two things
I have lost
with Child
hood - the
rapture of
losing my
shoe in
the mud
and going
Home bare
foot, ~grop~ wading
for Cardinal
flowers and
the mothers
reproof which
was for
more for
my sake
than her
weary own
for she
frowned
with a
smile
now mother
and Card
inal flower
are parts
of a
closed
world -
But is
that all
I have
lost -
memory
drapes
her Lips

<reverse (A 878a), paper flipped over right and rotated one-quarter turn left>
Did we not find gain
as we lost we
should make but
a threadbare Exhibition after
a few years