some lots


how many years that old
black case sat in green shed
with white roof

a salesmen’s living had
flopped on passenger seat
never flew but railed cross state

son at home missed
his laugh,
wife knew his taste

she kept it in her mouth
tucked beside the sight
of their first thing

Jill and Beth, Frank with Betty
Jonas and Phil holding Sue
betwixt them straining her spread

wife now misses that high stepper
his polish, his back and front hand
her gentle saying to him, “do me next”

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