She holds her pieced-together
Concrete body in place
By praying over

Her wooden turtle-
Shaped piggy bank
Full of dried flowers.

She is determined
To grow light
As air

Through science.
Outside the hole-
For-a-window

In her concrete
Pieced-together house,
The half-moon hovers,

Flashing on and off
Regularly in the light
Blue sky. Even

This early
In the morning,
She knows God

Is watching. She knows
The pumpkin field
There across the horizon

Is like a dream
Of all her dreams
Come true—riches,

Fame, glory. And don’t
Forget love. What
Money can never

Buy. What
Even a lifetime
Worth of dried

Flowers in a smiling
Turtle-shaped piggy
Bank can never buy.