she can't let
go
of her old
broom.
curled at the end
the bristles
hard
and broken,
the handle
chipped.
it sits like
a witches ride
in the nook
of a kitchen
cupboard.
new brooms are
cheap,
but not so much
the memories
of what she
had to clean
and sweep
to get her life
right again.
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