I like a smile
When it is late afternoon
A smile
Masking its stark setting
A woman has to be strong
Even when she loses weight
Even when she loses a job
It is called shedding
I like a smile
When it is late afternoon
A smile about a whim
Absent, hazy and distant
A woman has to be strong
Even when she loses a lover
When she loses dreams
It is called shedding
She has to find a way
Of organising something that
Counts like lighting up
Late afternoon smiles
Against job shedding
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