Old woman
Grows through leaves
Clovers slip from
Slits in her eyes
Melting like snowflake
Onto her tongue
Taste of mopheads
Flower on each bud
Makes her blurp
Dustbowls hollow
In her cheeks
Carved into
Picket corner
Honking doll drums
In the noontime sun
On axis.
Turning freely.
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