In her absence
She
Unlike many
Did not step into an unknown hoping a possible known
She
Remained
Surface of water; no breeze
Poverty's mushroom
Fabricated wet shades in shadow
Soaked
Under Life-Support for days
Surrendered she
Passed
Departed
Is relieved;
No pretention to conversion
Celebrate
No Sunday for need
No Saturday for support Friday from fear
No...No more
Never again:
"We need their stamp, signature"
And in need
The husband's eye
"Is there any opportunity? "
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