quatorzain 546

she collects glass upon some foreign shore
and sends bric-a-brac back to the states,     back
to her ex-husband,     who she believes to be
building a vast collection of intriguing
salvaged seaglass; she envisions his house
filled with light and lined in shelves displaying
her finds   —   a museum to her, or at least
one wing given to her exhibition.

he frowns,     off-put,     each time a box arrives
demanding his attention.          those first years
it was a hopeful ritual,     offerings
she sent comforted his solitude;      but
these days his new love looks askance as he
lists each item in his ebay storefront.

David M Pitchford


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