Thirty-four

Vestal

remember our little Cape Cod
our moment of happiness

worn wooden floors
the archway to the dining room

that big old tub
the hemlock swaying 
in the storm

afternoons 
in sun drenched rooms

an old gold stove
the grey tabby on the deck 
beneath my chair

there

I discovered it all
and lost all of it

sometimes I feel
we’re still 

there

trapped like ghosts
laughing, crying
being silly

sleeping soundly 

there


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