Sleet tapping glass
unsealed a manor, shattered out bubbles,
and mixed wind within window openings.
A widow has crocheted yarn around wire
hangers. They rock now in empty closets.
Above rusted curtain rods, a socket swings
bulbless where hands unswitched the light.
She tries to escape her paperweight, though
most folks will glow then blow away—her
shadows still walk the halls in the evenings.
Breath sweeps up the dust. Seasons chisel
paint like peeling pages, like leaves falling
from her wooden walls.
Catherine Zickgraf’s main jobs are to hang out with her family and write poetry. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press and The Grief Diaries. Her recent chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press.
Read and watch her at caththegreat.blogspot.com
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