Children from the houses
to her left and right, call her,
aunty!
and she longs someone someday
call her mother!
in the first rains of June
she fries for them delicacies
and plays with them on her porch,
as soon as the rains empty their fill,
as soon as the clouds drift away,
the streets are filled with children
children of other men and women.
and how she admires their
playful shrieks,
their toying with pebbles and marbles,
the sinking of their paper boats,
and how she discerns and despises
the emptiness of her house, where
she cannot hear
even the flap of a dead leaf.
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