willa sits down again

 

and ties her shoes
 
long day coming just like
long days been coming
all her life
 
she runs a hand over
her time-worn
face
 
she thinks of days like shoes first one then the other
 
after awhile
they all feel the same
they all hurt your feet
 
willa stands up again
crushes her
cigarette
 
another day another dollar
saving for a rainy day
 
wind blows in
busts up those
clouds
 
the sun breaks through like it’s some kind of hope

 

 

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