old mother is
wearing a crown of
leaves
her head half covered
as some white locks
peep like a shy child
from a window
as the rain keeps
on falling
from a dark sky
old mother writes
about broken bridges
loosened bearings
caught by rivers
composing many ships
somewhere in california
you hum a song
play the piano
beside no one...
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