hands folded across an oxidized chest
eyes painted shut to the chance
of being saved
amidst yellow daisies a broken spade
a pail of dying weeds
a sparrow feather in a footprint
in the garden at night
solar lights begin to share the gather
of their suns one by one they blink
will wink forever until there is no more
bright to fill flattened pockets with shine
A woman sits awkwardly, hands folded
across the orange of her dress
sweating into the day
sky blue begins to bundle up the clouds
trundling towards tomorrow -
the wind
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