Where I have known her--
Named after a virgin
Patron saint of a nation that used to be here
And that many fear
Without need
Will be here again--
Best
It has been early in her flow
Not far from where she rises
And where she curves
Gently
Amid whiter curves
That sometimes bedeck themselves
In topaz, ruby, and sapphire,
And sometimes in emeralds
But more often wear drab browns and dusty grays
She--
But I perhaps err in calling her
Her
And she
Though he and him
Sit oddly on the page
As pronouns for the venerable--
Is often mild here
But sometimes rages
Reminding those of us who live with her
Daily
That there is more to her than the face she usually shows us
It is a lesson none do well to forget.
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