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After the Country

Once I lived by a creek,
the sound of water was everywhere.
Now I live among houses
where people argue, trucks clatter.
I sleep fitfully, waking
hot, not wishing to be
awake. Longing for rest,
eyes swollen. I look at my face,
recognizing a stranger.
I go for days
never talking to anyone.

Stained Glass, page 8
Stained Glass, page 8
artist's book
8.25 x 10.5