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Thanks to Wallace Stevens for Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Blackbird
Thirteen Ways of Looking At My Recent Days
My husband has been ill;
there is no thought that travels
without him entering into it.
I visit my old house, wondering
why everything looks different.
It’s invaded by strangers.
The house sale is stalled.
the buyer wants more things;
My frustration was often alleviated
at home, kicking the garage door.
But I no longer have a garage.
I talk and talk with the realtor.
We make a plan and I am grateful.
He is an expert.
My husband is ill and I talk to the nurses,
the aides, who give me comfort too.
They are the experts.
The house sale, still stalled. I keep
my counsel, waiting, waiting.
Others examine with different eyes than mine.
Imogene, my youngest grandchild spends Monday.
She sings and dances and smiles with me.
I am grateful for her this day.
I take Imogene home, but on the way,
bump, bump, stop, no-o-o-o!
A flat rear tire, the exclamation mark of these days.
I call Triple A; they are coming!
I call my daughter; she is coming!
I am grateful for experts!
Down the street (close) is a shop, a shop of mechanics.
They wait--take charge of the car.
Experts seem to be taking charge of me!
This morning, Enterprise picks me up.
(They really do what they say!)
Cherry Red Nissan Versa.
My husband eats a good breakfast! My
car has new tires. My realtor is moving us
closer to the ending. I am grateful.