walking the tracks
hot dust between her toes
those golden days
bitter as the earth
the men mined to gild
another’s house
up on the hill white
trimmed in red
lounging on the porch
buttressed by comfortable
old aunts and a twin
oh, a twin! gazing into
her own hazel eyes
her own faded cotton dress
dancing into the distance
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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