An Hour of Optimism, when figuring
[everything]
out tastes like ice cream when i need it
the most and i am excited to become
the bohemian image of a burlap skirt
and cotton headscarf, holding baby
in crook of arm, feeding bulging bellies
one-handed
[scattering feed for the chicks]
indicating with nods and words and smiles
how to work the well
Come children, Come!
The world is a better place, and how
did we end up here?
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I don't know how I missed this, but Bravo! friggin' Bravo! It's publishable in the extreme. I like line five. Bye.
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