Moko Yromem

the falling of leaves
like a soft stirring of water
in an open air basin
by a nude woman
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no sunset, trees
bent like lavender
kissing the wind - wings
alive with illustrious
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and the streets have emptied.
something has happened.

that was the way she put on her hat,
...

the cracked sky blares crooked and the well is dry
there are children in the dust
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She was weeping
the cloth brought back from her face
revealing tears
He, with a handful of sand
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