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Along back dirt roads are grey
splintered houses, foundation stones.
Chimneys stand alone for years
near clutches of forgotten daffodil.
Mama would catch a yellow star,
grin out loud, point through the trees.
Golds, whites, tender and cold
flowers huddled, nodding over secrets.
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Soup
no empty beds
hannah sleeps
on street sheets
downtown mike
sifts kentucky
to feed his new friend
mark allen
down with the flu
he needs chicken soup
antibiotics, three
days in ICU
another round
in foster-care
maybe someone
with less than twelve
hannah ran too
takes inventory
of what she can sell
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