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Sunday, June 03, 2018

She walks away

The quiet mother laps the neighborhood
(where she is new to both)
with her subtle ssh-ing shadowing her.

She's trying to keep the baby sleeping,
so when I loudly wish her a good morning,
she quickens her pace,
a faint smile: polite and painted
and walks away.


Posted by aneibauer at 11:03 AM 1 comment:
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