on a battered shade
scarves whipping in the air
around her in her flowering tresses
and flowered dresses
cracking the concrete walls
where she walks in twilight's fertile abandon
huntress of crushing songs
on golden paths that shine within
a magnolia orchard
the gnarled arms slowly spouting cones
that drop to her foot marked ground
and surrounding hallways of highway
for days of pain erased by her lips
prayers for her knees and hips
that I cast on a wailing wave.
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