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It was a gray sun that stood at the door that day

and asked me for some water. Deny the sun

a cup of water? I could not.

And let me tell you something else. If it had asked

for a bed I’d have given it a bed. If it had asked

for a roasted calf, I’d have given it a roasted calf.

Soon after it left, I felt empty. I went

back to my needlepoint—three yellow bees

trying to escape from the Archangel Gabriel.

They’d stung him rather badly

on his hands and on the loose and careless

portions of his wings.