The Second
Old ladies
poke
up path,
a dying fire,
bluely
by pines to
where tombs
rise, ex-
claiming
over fall
buds, a
grandbaby
washed
the sky alters
their pleas
I see
walking up
the road
my wife
naked, her
arms filled
with wild
grasses
carrots beans
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