Your euphemistic separation
happened just-like-that,
overnight.
After thirty years.
In less than one month,
you spit out about
a thousand decisions,
looked, bought, packed,
moved out and moved in.
In your new place,
all is undone
and wanting doing.
But you have
made your bed
with sheets
of clouds.
And it is single.
You have framed
your windows,
your new view,
with softest drapes
of purest white,
white linen
like altar cloths
luminous in the light.
Ann Keiffer
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