The wooden pillar

The pillar is smoothly rounded by the girl
As she swirled with hands holding it tight.

Her eyes looked dizzily at the hot tin roof,
Her face in slant, at forty degrees to pillar.

She whirled around it holding it steadfast.
It is worn smooth with her love for years.

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