Treasure Island

Francis Santaquilani

It All Has To Go

Though your chair is empty now
Your overripe sorrows linger.
More pungent than the soft, warm fruit
Always piled up high in that tattered basket

On the table between us.
Without the hovering fruit flies, wafting cigarette smoke
And your drawn on eyebrows to distract me
I really notice the yellowed, floral patterned wallpaper.

It all has to go.

Submitted: Friday, July 13, 2007
Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011
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  • Yvette Smith (10/29/2007 11:12:00 AM)

    Is this apoem about grief? it is beautifully depicted and I know what you mean

    about 'that kind of ' wallpaper! 10 from me you have passion and a wonderful talent (Report) Reply

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