Die Of Old Age
Location
55443
United States
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Homeless, a shoulder-less woman
Swings from the old fruit tree
She takes not a single sweet bite
Homeless, the woman has no hunger
Swings from the fruit tree
And for a while she names it her home
Under the rain that nourishes her alone
The fruit tree holds her
Warms her
And she takes its old advice
He tells her to put her stock in the ground
To not call him home anymore than he calls her
Again homeless the old woman
Leaves the branch to the lopsided forest
And exists somewhere far from here