Hazel Hall, 1886-1924

From the threshold
the stairwell rises into gloom, curving banister
upon spindled uprights.

In the rooms above
a crippled woman inhabits a chair with iron wheels.
She watches

from the window as
people pass below. Perhaps she loves them, perhaps
she only dreams it

while her pens
and needles ply colored strands of passion
through her solitude.

Her dreams explore
anteros, while the fall winds strip whirligig seeds
from the maples.

Hazel Hall

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