Friday, January 30, 2015

January 28

Cold today; my leg clicks when I straighten it.
Four years now; has your name returned to you?
There is snow here ; the slow sift of days
Has brought it round again. I still cannot
Extract an orange leaving the peel whole
Nor take infinite care scrambling an egg --
Both arts I expected long since to master.
Stray dogs and men ask after you.

Your father's watch wound up with me.
The house is sold; the irises were there last spring
Your key ring sits on the dresser. My coffee is cooling
In the yellow cup that came from

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