to sit for a while.
catch
our breath, get our bearings.
this death
was new.
and now there were things
that had to
be done
with so much left behind.
books
and pictures, clothes
and shoes.
all of it.
a lifetime of things.
all very old,
all very used.
even the keys from his
pocket,
the ring on his finger,
each
had to be removed.
No comments:
Post a Comment