the next day things were quiet
or as we thought they should be
her suitor had come
and taken her into
some unknown chapter
with her adorned in the beautiful gown
but still in the place
where hours before
the pale-faced pity had sighed
a last breath
a shawl that had traveled the world
had been forgotten on its
owner's final journey
in the kitchen
small sounds are made
by kittens struggling to devour
tuna cut and placed
by the maid
and the sunrise is am
eclipse of surrender
to powers that be
and are
and have taken an old woman outside
and off to a windy place
without her shawl.
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