2006/back

Just back from clearing
your mother’s house,
you curl up beneath the down throw
and sleep like a little boy,
your feet liberated as you prefer,
the cat and I cuddled close.
After you’ve shown me the photos:
a couch full of Christmas bears,
dust on the shelves where
the sterling candy dish sat,
wisps of webs on the Lladros
figures no one wants,
things scattered and strewn,
as you and your brother sort
and save and claim.
Snow gathering
on the sun porch screens.

1/18/06