The air is calm, cool, deep
Pines surround the grounds of the tiny town
Hiding the colour of things to come
Where green lays grandly
Shadows supercede
This is why there are leaves
She steps up from the earthen floor
Doorway to the next day in her eyes
Finds water as her neighbour
Pushes up through the neck of her shirt
It falls to the floor, memory of the past
Pail over pale, frail flesh
Washes one breast
Circles the next
Takes care of eVerywhere
And wind makes for goosebumps
No ritual, no routine
Mere route to what is
As we cannot live in what will be
Until it comes but blindingly
Upon clothing her curved frame
She slinks her eyes outside the hole
That is her window
A stretch to wrestle the remains of dream
Where is everyone
I'm so very hungry
Her first new words
And she leaves her pathetic room
Path and past defeated by a door
Parents wait but steps away
Whisper the morning and mourn today
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