Kari Halvorsen DividedA drop of sweat slides down her cheek, Hugging the contours of her face, Revealing ivory porcelain. A wince and a limp But she stands, While the handle slips from her swollen palm. To the left, a smooth paved road That descends down a valley, Crumbling to remnants of stones and pebbles. To the right, a winding tractor trail Runs up the hillside and swerves behind a crest. Thick moist air slowly seeps into her lungs As everything around her begins to fade, Disappearing into darkness. A bird wails, soaring through the trees. Its darkness glides up the mountain And is consumed by the sun. She follows.
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