her legs wrapped
in quilt batting and duct tape
a private person
shunning society
in tune with sunshine
and earthworm symphonies
like a shadow haunting
warm corners
they put a divider
in the middle of the bench
she called home
no loitering
she walks and walks
waiting for the winds
to take her away
(c) 2007 Sandy Vrooman
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