When I feel the old thirst coming on
I think of my great-great-aunts,
the farmer’s disappointments, adorning

The world could see his share of light was spent.
The hearts in his cafe were mostly warm,
but had to speak to make it evident

ROCKVILLE,    Md.,    Oct.    23-5:45    A.M.
A    thirteen-year-old    at    883    Post    Oak    Road
(who    wishes    to    remain    anonymous)    began