2.08.2010

when the whippoorwill cries at dawn

leaves pepper the ground and the lake
  the leaves are floating a little.

she had worked three jobs
  three dead-end jobs.

she spent her money on her baby
  and her deadbeat husband.

never spent anything for herself
  but she still worked three dead-end jobs.

her husband never touched her
  only took the money to the bar.

all the patrons took pity on her
  and her two year old baby.

they had moved from troy montana to cascade idaho
  in search of an honest life.

she lost her jobs one by one
  when she stopped coming to work.

‘where’s isabel?’
  ‘i’m sorry, who?’

he placed her in a lake
  where the maple trees grow five stories high

the leaves are floating a little
  she is floating a little.

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