These Bare Walls
On these bare walls
there once hung
artwork that was picked by you,
which you'd then picked over,
leaving only a needlepoint
your mother made for our wedding
and a picture an alcoholic friend gave you
of a bear
How ironic now,
it seems, they're not so bare
since I've hung a painting of
dancing bears on the bare wall where
I took down the needlepoint
and a butterfly,
in the bare spot you left
by the front door
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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