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The Salience of Schuyler

My cousin
Wasn’t
Talking.
He’d had it with

The strokes:
Brush, breast
and mini.
Marvelette

Knew just what to do.
Without a word
She picked all the
Violets

In the pasture.
“Here, m’dear,” said she.
The euphoria of
Murderous silence that ensued.