For Dorothy, 47

March 25, 2012
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In the summertime
she'd keep her tea in these
big mason jars and

grow tomatoes
in her backyard and

even wipe her hands on
an apron that always
to be about two sizes too
big for her and

wipe her face, sweat-
stained by the watercolor
sun and

take one gigantic step
over the afternoon
which had
dirty cheeks just
like her and

retire to sheets
impeccably clean
and then,

before falling asleep
she'd wonder how she
became so aged
without ever really
growing old

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