Photograph of a Pioneer Woman
She has sat too long in the wind.
It stretched every plane of her face into smiles
Except for the sad mouth.
She carries her happy, laughing, children
Every one, on her shoulders,
Where their dead father would have.
She coughs, and sighs, and curses, and grits,
Until all that is left
Is the halves of dreams.
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