Over the fence, the dead settle in
for a journey.
You are alone for the first time
A beer bottle sweats in your hand,
and sea lavender clogs the air
Think of yourself.
Your arms rest with nothing to do
after weeks spent attending to others.
Your thoughts turn to whether
butter will last the week, how much
longer the car can run on its partial tank of gas.
by Walter De La Mare
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