she was tall
blonde hair
not especially beautiful
unmarried
early forties
and through
thin walls
came to know
her existence
mostly alone
two years
my next door neighbor
but for a three month stretch
laughter with a man
love making with a man
perhaps happy
don’t know
then gone for awhile
came back
no hair
gaunt
Alice
the super’s wife
visiting often
speaking words
of comfort
hope
but there was
none
dead a month later
wept
really wept
we never talked.
i regard this as one of your better poems. it's pretty subtle and telling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A missed connection - but only in some ways... Really good poem here. Enjoying the reading thus far. Thanks! -chuck