A Few Remote Acres

She dreams of buying
a few remote acres
full of stones
and roots, long dead

Living off the land
entirely for herself
keeping true
to a long stick
she keeps by her bedside

Solitude in wearing old clothes
worn thin
from far too much
unrequited love

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