The ends of her bracelet dangle
From her wrist a delicate
Brown wrought in native fiber.
One end has come undone,
Splaying many clumps
And looking even more
Rugged than usual.
It would fit her well
To wear it only when her
Sleeves are short enough
For it to show, but winter
Is neverending, summer
Slow in surmounting its place.
Its good enough that the
Big smiling sun etched on
Synthetic wood on the
Bracelet peeks out at the
World once in a while.
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Submission Name: Souvenir from Aldevinco
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