I stood with three other women
in a field that is becoming a garden.
The choice each day of where to be-
hollyhocks bend like lucky fishing poles
& my daughter sings to the cabbage.
hollyhocks bend like lucky fishing poles
& my daughter sings to the cabbage.
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Ready for your next life, you curl
and slow inside me-the heat shifts
and slow inside me-the heat shifts
to cool nights, to palest skie
s.
s.
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