The Pattern of His Fancies
 

Why am I angry?
Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies;
No one said anything.
During this time, young ladies frequently visited him in the garden.
You seem determined to think ill of him.

Joanna comtemplated all this seriously.
Oh, is that what I've been doing wrong all these years?

--Wendy Miller

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