the Sorting

lavender and
A child’s hands smudged this chrome

And now. . .
Cleaning up the house
A house no longer a home
A volume smelling of old woman
(and cats)

What goes to her brother and sister?
Kin and in-laws
What goes into the estate-sale?
This bolt of cloth
(guess it can be sold by the yard)

And in the dust under the stair
The ancient Christmas ornaments
The ritual accoutrements heralding
Pies. . . and stories
And a Love that reaches across death
to touch me here and now

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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