dogs trembled behind trees and
old men in suspenders dozed
in armchairs. you walked
with her in the weeds and knew
what it meant when she dropped
you swinging hand.
you watched her feet fall
out of step with yours.
fish sank to the bottom
of poor man's creek.
the shamrocks in the window
pressed their faces to the glass.
cooking again, stubborn as hell.
3 weeks ago

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