to accept you.
the widow
Mrs. Abercrombie
lived in your house for thirty-seven
years.
everyone loved her.
she baked cookies.
she watched the neighborhood kids.
she gave out
the tomatoes
she grew in her garden.
she sang in the church choir.
she was the treasurer on the board
for many years.
she had a wreathe
on her door, a flag in her
yard saying all are welcome,
race creed or color.
she gave to the poor,
recycled.
she was adored.
it was hard on everyone
when they wheeled her out
on a stretcher.
and now it's you
living there.
putting the trash out
a day early,
and before
the sun goes down.
already there's angry notes
on your door.
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