the woman has sown the field
said her prayer
infused the herbs
to bring her luck
the corn won't sprout
her skirt is clean and fresh
her hair plaited
she has rubbed some flowers into it
what else
yet it won't sprout
she can raise her hands up to the sky
or fall to her knees
but the night brings only silence
madness
and nothing else
the woman leaves the field
she's silent
she hopes
the next year will change everything
for what else can she do
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