But Wherever – A Poem

Often wondering what Sarah meant,

Ava moves, like walking through

wet cement,

from here in Florida to

there in Georgia but wherever

Ava goes, Ava’s still there. Drying

leaves gather at her feet,

compost to feed the roots

her toes become as

the fall winds blow by

like all the uninterested girls.

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