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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Way of It</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With her fingers she turns paint<br>into flowers, with her body<br>flowers into a remembrance<br>of herself. She is at work<br>always, mending the garment<br>of our marriage, foraging<br>like a bird for something<br>for us to eat. If there are thorns<br>in my life, it is she who<br>will press her breast to them and sing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her words, when she would scold,<br>are too sharp. She is busy<br>after for hours rubbing smiles<br>into the wounds. I saw her,<br>when young, and spread the panoply<br>of my feathers instinctively<br>to engage her. She was not deceived,<br>but accepted me as a girl<br>will under a thin moon<br>in love's absence as someone<br>she could build a home with<br>for her imagined child.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ronald+Stuart+Thomas">Ronald Stuart Thomas</a></strong></div>