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Cattle Train

Old woman waits on sunny platform.

The day is yellow, like the star

stitched to her chest.

 

She keeps her case as close

as the memory of that stillborn son,

so many tears ago.

 

The lucky one: she did not know it,

as she packed his hand-stitched shawl

with futile care,

 

for a journey to nowhere.

Stitches of Bolton

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