"Once there was a world you could
Hold in the palm of your hand,
And upon which the snow was
Always just starting to fall--
World of a city that lay
By a body of water
Where people gathered to watch
Ships set sail for other worlds.
And high over the city
At the edge of the water,
Stood a great woman of stone
Whose name no one remembers.
Once there was a world you could
Hold in the palm of your hand,
And, by turning it over,
Make the first soft snow swirl down
On the lit houses of those
Whose name no one remembers,
But who, it seems now, must have
Loved one another greatly.
Why else would they have taken
The trouble to put her there--
Stone woman who stood waiting
For ships that never came back?"
- Joe Bolton, from 'American Variations'
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