he writes the checks

when her

husband appears, at last,

at the end

of the job,

coming out to write

a check,

i'm  surprised at how

small of stature

he is. fitting nicely

into her shadow.

she's large, 

with big arms

and legs.

tall hair, red as rust, curled

in a medusa maze.

he hardly speaks

as he writes,

adjusts his glasses,

then disappears

back into the room

where the door closes

behind him,

in the dim yellow light.