she's had the house
since right after the war.
Jake bought it on a VA loan.
his fatal stroke ten years ago
while waiting for the gate to rise
at the parking lot downtown
down the street from the bar
where he had lunched on
a club sandwich and two martinis
every day since he made partner
all those watermelon and mosquito
summer evenings ago.
now she lies on a daybed
in the backyard shade of the house
which needs to have
the pale robin's egg blue
refreshed to sea foam and the blisters
scraped off the south facing walls.
refreshed to sea foam and the blisters
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