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About This Poem
An Unknown Painting On My Wall
The lady in old Spanish clothes
Walked to the water with the mule.
It was a hot day with deep shadows,
With the mule lingering at the end of the gravel path
Staring at the version of himself on the ground.
The lady in the old Spanish clothes kept walking,
her eyes were on the lake no more than ten feet away.
The mule was sullen in his gaze.
The lady walked as if in a trance.
Their eyes in a wonder for glory.
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