The Girl
The heat
Steams off
Crumbling soil.
She enters
The paddock
Full of roasting grass.
Farmers stop to stare
Her closed off eyes
Stay down.
Every move she makes
Is lost
Like a polar bear in a dessert.
Slowly
She takes another step,
And another, and another.
When she gets home
She falls into a chair,
Rests her head on a table.
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