corners

Five old women prone to forget the keys in the locks
sit on a small newly painted bench in the park.
The corners of their eyes are full of empathy.
The smell of extraterrestrial food smothers the blackbirds,
passes through the keyholes, disperses.
The sun rises and the sun goes down,
and dragonflies with broken wings fight against lost spacecraft.

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