Old Folks
An ode and a note submitted for GiaB prompt #2–2: time
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4 min readSep 5, 2021
Her hands meant something different yesterday,
but she can’t remember what.
Her hands are blistered, the skin covering them
just slightly thinner than the skin on her face.
And even as she works through the moist earth,
through the tenderness of the…
