Watching children run away from her classrooms—
Minds of hummingbirds—
Souls of canaries—going to the markets—
Nursery rhymes like delicate
Snakes around fruit climbed down from
The vines—
Foxes laying in Easter grasses
As we wore our Sunday's best—
My sisters holding golden rabbits
Sunlight's yolks running from their
Shoulders to the grass
Where ants hurry to steal a yellow soul.
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