As she whirledHer African dress
Caught the wind
And we all felt
Her sunshine.
She sat down
And smiled hello.
Then she gripped a spade
And began to shovel
Out her life.
I said, "Do I see flowers
Among your sorrows?"
She said,, "The rain calls from afar
And waters my dreams."
I took that to mean
She likes rainbows.
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