Times Are A-Changin'
She tilts frames
of yesterday's smiles
toward the table,
runs upstairs
only to see more
moments in time
caught between
mats and glass.
As she turns more
faces downward,
she begins to sing,
at first, almost whispering,
then thrusting forth
a happy song,
hoping it will take
root in the tilled
soil of her heart
where everything is
broken.
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