She is old.
She is old and lives
in a house that is much older.
Her face is in the
front room window;
Her face full moon
in the darkness of her room.
The sun has made
stripes of her street,
The sun has rent
this moldering old town in two.
She is searching in
the bright sunlight opposite;
She is searching for
the feel summers long ago.
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