The young woman was barefoot, her soles dirty.
The grass needs to be cut. The park is overgrown.
The wild animals feel it's their world once more.
II
Her ragged dress, faded red, messy ponytail,
Are remnants, and she knows the angels
That prime her to be a prophetess,
Are just shit disturbers.
III
The fountain doesn't work, water fetid.
The stream flows free, it is clear now.
If that young man was here,
She would let him touch her face.
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