His mother had found a source
a bigger place
where the sellers felt oddly content
friendly
relaxed
with enormous hands and forests.

Here’s my poem from pg 143 of “The Association of Small Bombs” by Karan Mahajan. Turns out pg 143 is the beginning of a chapter so there’s less text to work with. But part of the fun of this exercise is working with whatever shows up on pg 143. –Leslie Boies