Widow’s Walk

The abandoned house next door
squats in the rain-thick trees,
pissing beneath hiked up skirts,
watching the road
with magpie eyes.

Once, carpenters
with rough hands and a painter
with a fixed smile and a sore heart
came to court her
but she sent them away.

I believe she favors you
Death mother–
something around the eyes
and those cracked bituminous lips.


2 responses to “Widow’s Walk

  1. Melissa Shaw-Smith

    Love it!

    Liked by 1 person

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