the sun warm and low
through autumn-gilded leaves
orange light blue shadows
wooden wheels roll from grass
to rutted road
this train waits for no man
wagons covered in cotton canvas
the bowl of grain is overturned
going
from its place atop her head
she tips the clay jar
water flows from thigh to knee
clearing away sand from feet
with the child
a swaddled pup
go now
continue to the horizon
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