A NEED

Years of herself filled up into

her eyes; a flood of voices

speaking her name.

Over a back fence she sees a path

leading away; looking hard with

passion, the steps in her shoes

hold the line.

She points as if with a dieing hand

to a hill, a place of memories holding

tight to her she feels that day.

A song opens in her mouth, lifting

words into space. She smiles from the

child within her.

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