Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper

No novice
in these elaborate rituals
of knotted table and crooked chair,
the new woman in the ward
wears purple, steps carefully
among her secret combination of eggshells,
and white china wood doves,
practicing her art.

With bird-eye quickness,
she can see in the nick of time
how perilous needles grain the floorboards
and try to outwit her plans.

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