there is this:
Louise, a widow and almost a stranger,
resides in the house next door.
Her children - adults all - visit nightly.
incidentally--
scraps of famial conversation slip secretly
from the happy space of her
four seasons room
and enter my sliders unannounced,
like ghostly gossips or double agents--
with wind as accomplice--
she is betrayed.
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