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My Mother’s Morning Walks
She took her turn around the house—
unreachable circumference.
She dropped below a hundred pounds,
a snail shell with the back blown out.
The shell’s eye whorled around the house.
A roundhouse horse that walked her course
that circumscribed my universe,
she took a turn for the worse.
The axle’s force that turned the stars
unharnessed from the horse.