My Mother's Neighborhood Frontier

Mother, you're brave living on your own without a husband, children or any neighbors. Even the trees are sparse, unapologetically unfit for nests. The shriveled sunflowers succumb to midnight. How, how did you switch from city to frontier in less than a year? Stars streak quick across the sky like explanations from indifferent lips. This landscape lacks wanderlust and luminosity, quiet as the ravage on either side of the road. After a scythe slashes the weeds, accidental pumpkins, watermelons epic gourds left by floodwaters, you will see what's seen in families, the strong resemblance aftermath bears to harvest.

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