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| Unnamed run in Upper Turkeyfoot |
She calls when she can,
Sometimes as gathered rain
Purling over stones,
Glimmer in the motion of her moves,
Sometimes from the east,
Streaming in the tresses of the willow,
Sometimes on bright rails,
Praises 'fore the crossings in the valley,
Sometimes from her pickup
Driving home,
Mobile blue gloaming
In my room.
