Home Alone
An elderly television
speaks to her
in a deafened condominium.
Curtains billow
turning daylight on and off.
Sometimes she looks
in her mind,
often an old movie is playing.
She sees her late husband
dancing with Ginger Rogers.
She goes to the bathroom,
puts in her teeth, wanting to look
her very best.
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