she was a very useful widow;
he'd died young
and childless, but with grand expectations so
she was left with money, land, some reputation--
it pads the nest, but never warms the bed.
they lived with her. the house was empty
and she liked their beautiful words;
she painted rooms downstairs in colors to match
the noble evening chords they played
to cricket rhythms.
January '10
October '09
October '09
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