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Aug 2020
Wrapped for warmth,
my neighbor plans ahead,
glances around.

She sees in future weeks
and ensures
she'll love well there.

She counts all her kids
again and again.

She paints flowers
on their faces
and sings to them
in Spanish.

It must be frightening for her
to see so many colors,
to hear wolves so far away.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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   Lulu Sarmiento
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