On a Mexican back street the garments
twist and swirl above a cranniedshop,
The brilliant banners of her life's crusade.
Beneath, a graying head above a clicking dream machine
Faithfull stitches seam to perfect seam;
Love, tolabor, the future to the present;
A university to a daughter. woma
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