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Rural life held hands with nature

alone on its own plot of secret plans

like how my grandma's bare feet plodded


across the exposed sharecropper's field.


Seasons anointed her skin a regal patina

so rich undernourished minds were unable to grasp

feet that embodied volumes of oral history;


ankles of varicose veins written in scriptures,

a legend of toes curled into roots

tapping into six decades of fertile soil:


plowing,planting,harvesting,cooking,preserving


her will done what it ought

with the sanctity of an altar, a temple

that bowed men's heart,

broad nose, curvy hips


arms as strong as her heart


extended like a candelabrum

that balance children and burlap sacks,

braided maps underneath a bandana

that held too many secrets

black clouds and grey thunderbolts

a quiet storm stirs.


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