a sock, a glove,
a bottle of her perfume.
pictures
too.
a ring, a list of groceries.
tickets,
unused.
all
tight within
a box, pushed back
on the shelf.
grief once
hard, now graciously
has left
the room.
Saturday, July 8, 2017
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Better --because I get a sense of the speaker. I want a sense of who is speaking in any poem --someone with a vested interest not just some disinterested observer. This one works because we see the relationship.
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