The cot in the courtyard
Alone with her past
Lies all day long
While the suns shine
The evenings descend
Birds fly
People gather and
Local happenings get discussed;
Smokes rise, not too far
And faceless
To her suffering, still…..
Waiting
For the rituals and prayers to end
Stands, no longer worried
Her present occupant
Without notice and without pain.
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