Women
Women Or they should be should be pedestals little horses moving those wooden pedestals sweet moving oldfashioned to the painted motions rocking of men horses the gladdest things in the toyroom The feelingly pegs and then of their unfeelingly ears To be so familiar joyfully and dear ridden to the trusting rockingly fists ridden until To be chafed the restored egos dismount and the legs stride away Immobile willing sweetlipped to be set sturdy into motion and smiling Women women should be should always pedestals be waiting to men
May Swenson
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