where did she go during those three hours,
her eyes twitching, then her right leg, she's moving
somewhere in her own space,
dreaming of children and lovers, of black dogs
and long hikes in high meadows,
in her dreams there are no troubles, she
chases away strange men in black cars
and picks sweet tomatoes from her garden,
no wonder she lingers in sleep.
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