“Draw near and bestow grace upon my song.”
—Homeric Hymn XXIV, to Hestia
A woman in her seventh decade peels
potatoes at the kitchen sink. Nearby,
the washer slogs a load of clothes. A pie
dough’s setting in the fridge. Her home-cooked meals
and fresh-pressed linens speak of . . .
. . . . . . .
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