the rusted live bait sign
creaking in the breeze
a flag from a forgotten country
the lean of a woman
buy her okra, if you can
tomatoes peaches honeydew
she will laugh you a recipe
like thank you
Half smile grin
stroke's souvenir
a vacation she didn't plan
all alone now, (but for the wind-singing sign)
how she loves her dusty town
her landless garden
the whiskers on her chin will tickle
hug her, if you can
she will feel newborn weak
a foal for the breaking
but you'll know by her knuckles
she is holding on hard
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