Elegy (Robe)

by Mike Alberti

You were looking out the kitchen
window, smoking a  cigarette and
tapping the  ashes   into  the sink.
You  wore  your  old    pink   ratty
robe, your feet  were   bare,  your
hair undone. Out the window was
the driveway, the lawn, the street,
the    maple   tree   I    sometimes
climbed:  nothing   interesting  or
unusual.   Though,     of    course,
beyond  all  that,   the  big   blank
world      was      crouched      and
humming.  I   watched  you  for  a
long time. Your  gaze was  steady.

It’s early morning.
Look at me.

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