Forced Widow
empty housedisregarded boards
tools strewn across the floor
his service calls
out the door
chopped nuts
in crystal glass
forming transparent tears
bring back the rose
throughout years
his children
thorns of the rose
all ready sown seeds thrive
piercing my heart
Where are mine?
He is gone.
again, bowling ball
the throbbing pains of life
no starting place
a second wife
Planted junk
helping others
no charity at home
abstinence
I alone
1994
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