I.

weve run together for days,

the poles chafing our shoulders--

we've had no choice

but to champion our mother

over the dirt path

toward the stone house

the road is narrowing

as the weeds rush by

snapping in the spokes--

run faster, the wheels are turning

the secret from her

and the sun is scorching our backs

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