"Wildwood Shadow"
He taught me to love him
and called me his flower
An old woman clutches a bagful of groceries
to her chest. A loaf of white bread sticks
out the top. She has forgotten to put her
food stamps away. They're still in her hand.
...HELLO WORLDS COLLIDING. Not that this poem especially resonates with me or anything. But I mean, two of my odd fixations in life coming together in one?
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