Hot on her pale neck
As she pauses and brushes away
A single droplet of sweat
Not a cloud to be seen
Nor a breeze to be felt
As she adjusts her sleeves
And tightens her belt
She pulls the brim of her hat
Down over her eyes
Yanks on her pant-leg
Glued by sweat to her thighs
A strand of hair escapes
And curls above her ear
She's never once forgotten
Why it is that she came here.
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