I'm Afraid You Must Go

She's sovereign, and she'd like to keep things that way.
Her former husband's been gone for a year, so
The house is all hers. It's a shrine and a castle,
The paint and the furniture, mirrors and hangings
All hers, no one else's. The front door is stout,
And, though she has invited me here for the evening,
And fed me, and bedded me, despite the storm
That has stopped all the cars on the incline
Outside and delayed every bus everywhere
Around town, she's insisting I put on my snow
Boots and go. Having gone through so much
To proclaim herself sovereign, she won't share
For even one night.




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Written on 2022-01-08 at 20:42

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Another of your excellent gems, Lawrence. I love these facets of life that you describe so very well. Bravo!
2022-01-09