california unincorporated

up the hills
to the llama farms

fields of upturned soil
the black sheep tagging behind

unincorporated
california

into a clearing

in the darkness of a day
sunlight woven like cotton

round the swab

they ran

this one

don't need no help in hurtin

do they? a gardener declared

hands on her hips

self-demolished

exhausted
dejected

they ran

finally

into arms

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