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A few rats are gnawing along the floor of the silo, but what are a few rats against this tower of food?
It takes 75,000 crocus blossoms to make a pound of saffron.
And after today out there in the heat, nobody dreams of food.
In our dream,
Mary Slater swings higher and higher on the vine over the Haskins' creek, and disappears.
William Matthews
William Procter Matthews III (November 11, 1942 – November 12, 1997) was an American poet and essayist.
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