Dr. Pierce's Golden Pills

Lilly of the valley sky
where clouds breach
over burned furrows.

My sister has just arrived,
wearing an empire dress.
Her face is sun-burned.

Her hands are idle.
Coquettish clouds halo her hair.
Her eyes are on the barn.

It looks like rain, but rain
won't spoil the dance.
Wind blows from the southeast.

Sister has brought
Dr. Pierce's golden liver pills.
She says they're not fake.

We'll be off
to the green-roofed barn
just after sunset.

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Written in response to this challenge.