The Meadow Annual Literary Arts Journal 2022

The Meadow 61 but have been cast out, forgive her. She does not know, cannot help but try to protect what little she can still protect. Now, the lights turn low. Your charges drift to sleep. Exhale as you dock back at shore at the end of your shift. Set down your oar and remove your badge. In a day, you can do only what you can do before you, too, must lay yourself down. Until then: pick up your keys and walk out the door.

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