In the cool afternoon breeze
and the warm light of day,
the girl in the cotton candy dress
might as well
be staring at the sun.
She claws at the dry earth.
Profound longing,
monumental,
protrudes from her bones.
The ashy earth’s dust
cakes her shoes like
the perishing barnhouse
has
thickened with soot.
She
remembers singing,
still
hears hymns emanate
from the once
polished
windowpanes
and white-washed shutters.
She
remembers Christmas in pajamas.
The strong walls,
now worn
and dark,
protected
her from frost.
Just as
the heartache gets
unbearable,
she thinks
"At least it's warm here."
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