Plaster by Carl Sandburg
â€œI KNEW a real man once,â€ says Agatha in the splendor of a shagbark hickory tree.
Did a man touch his lips to Agatha? Did a man hold her in his arms? Did a man only look at her and pass by?
Agatha, far past forty in a splendor of remembrance, says, â€œI knew a real man once.â€