shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Kaye Bartholomew

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The morning after

he moves a bit lighter
hums a distant tune as
stiff hands adjust a collar
in the mirror then
pats his pockets while
he walks down the hall to breakfast.

And she forgets her thin gray hair
thickened waist and sore hip
sets a pitcher of fresh cut lilacs
on a lace tablecloth
pours coffee into mugs
then stands looking through
their kitchen window
blue eyes smiling.