two days to the south
among the crops in the season of the sickle
there are children in the age of sprouting
their parents
mature into the flowering of their summers
their grandmother
the white threads of her hair drift back
the stitched hem of her coif
wraps a pear frozen browned bruise splotched
wrinkled the linen frames her face
two days to the south
About Me
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Jake's Flea Market 
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