She told me to go,
but to watch my back,
and that it might be a shock,
I told her that a shock is just what I need.
She told stories about homelessness
and her, facing a street choir,
nothing between her and her sheets.
Independence from an early age.
Now, she is quilting an umbrella,
something to keep her dry.

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