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  mother of invention  


nobody sees the originality
of a woman
walking in snow

though she stands out
dark on light, crow-coated
mannequin hands
balanced with string bags –

nobody sees her
take the needful path,
mending her landscape
like a family –

as she is drawn, over
and over again, to reinvent
this rutted lane


© 2007 by Beth Stevens