Seeds in the Lane

I am struck by seeds
The wind caught from dead floods
Stuck in my hair like wet petals
On the sides of my boots
When my hair slapped my face
Tears fell
But the windmills still drown out
The sound of Himalayan earthquakes
When we walked this lane
Years past
Our shadows waited longer than today
And I still have no money
For garden gloves.

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