Thursday, June 7, 2007

I'll take your coffee cup, honey . . .

Last saw her stepping into the kitchen . . .

There weren't any fences between us.
Everyone made sure children behaved,
discipline problem almost never seen.
Time ran same direction, clock hands counterclockwise.

Large library/study one step below
rest of house a little bigger. Books
stacked high on every wall, desk other end
from kitchen entrance to house across

from back door. Saelach had visited
with students' essays to be reviewed
earlier that evening. References checked,
I knew it was my last evening and

finally laid head on folded arms to depart . . .+


1 comment:

  1. laid head on folded arms to depart... folded arms could aslo be a metaphor for hands folded in rest, when you have departed this world and laid in a casket for friends and family to view... willing and ready to take the next step...


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