Just want to look up
I had stepped.
Just about to powdery
dust covered, raided
hot dry winds
coupled with the stench of smoke truck
shortness of breath like waiting for death
lucky, the morning dew cleaning.
hand just want to dance
the next mowing
then cut our finger prayer
the grass cutter
long fast
get money fast !
the fate of the grass at the roadside
not green as grass in field....
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