Poem

“Clearing the House”

They drank whiskey in the fifties at canasta, nuts in napkins, cocktail platters placed on marble splurged-on antique acquisitions, e.g., Scottish clock with tin facade of ancient etched-in sun and moon on nearly flat horizon, housed in trim American maple. They lived as though the house was theirs, although it antedated them and emptied of remains, remains.

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