her book comes in the mail.
her poetry.
some new, some old.
at 87
she's still at it.
honing down each line.
each word a perfect fit
each
comma, or period
needed.
she takes a rock and
carves
into a poem.
you see the effort,
the chips
at her feet, the struggle
of life.
that pain or joy that she
lived with,
all
needed to make each
one her own.
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