Dementia across-lawn strides
wither the spurge
sunspot.
The maid’s Tennessee hands
bridge the thistle,
her spine of damp & rest,
dreaming of an electric scale.
Pastures & pastures
of cow milk
silo
painted, blurring it all impartial.
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