Joyce S. Brown
I’m a retired English teacher (high school and college) with 53 years of marriage, two children, four grandchildren, one dog. I’ve had poems in Poetry, The American Scholar, The Tennessee Review, Yankee, and others!
Change of Pace
A husband away makes the house
new space in which I move differently.
For breakfast, pumpkin pie and tea.
The dog and I collect the morning Sun
at the edge of the driveway. I clip
the week's coupons to use at Safeway,
compose a page of needs in no order,
set the laundry to WASH. Later: a letter
to Janet whose father died suddenly;
the last blue stitches to knit in a size
one sweater, an overdue visit to Rae
next door who’s eighty and sure the
astronauts are using her house
as a place to wait in before their next
flight. She refuses to open the door;
I might wake them. At home, the dog
wheezes, stinks up the room with his
gasses. I pick up the collected works
of Larkin who says oblivion lurks
under all. We should be careful,
and kind he says, while there is time.
©2016 Joyce S. Brown
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