Her cart like a dugout canoe.
Had been an oak trunk.
Cut young. Fire-scoured.
What was bark what was heartwood: Pure Char-Hole
Adze-hacked and gouged.
Ever after ( never not ) wheeling hollow there behind her.
Up the hill toward Bennett Yard; down through Eight-Mile, the Narrows.
Comes Clary by here now
Body bent past bent. Intent upon horizon and carry.
Her null eye long since gone isinglassy, opal.
—The potent ( brimming, fluent ) one looks brown.
Courses Clary sure as bayou through here now
Bearing ( and borne ahead by ) hull and hold behind her.
Plies the dark.
Whole nights most nights along the overpass over Accabee.
Crosses Clary bless her barrow up there now
Pausing and voweling there—
the place where the girl fell.
( )
Afterwhile passing.
Comes her cart like a whole note held.