Gradually

It is always difficult to draw the first line The intent of

the artist is discerned his hesitation the uncertain end Further

your step becomes lighter as though you tread on pine needles

on the hill

you discern someone limping with a basket full of grapes

the pregnant woman holds in her arms a fat yellow chicken

you may go sidelong toward the sea knowing by now

the smell of salt and of chopped wood knowing still

that the good lion the one having many wounds the one staring

like a mother is tied in the hold of the docked ship

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