BJ Omanson Poems

How she came to wander there
above the river late at night
she didn't know and didn't care—
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When they sold off the farm she took the child
and caught a bus out of town— as for him,
with everyone gone and everything grim,
he opened a pint of bourbon, piled
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It wasn't so much that she listened in
on our every call, it was that she took
not the slightest trouble to mask the din
and clatter of pots and pans as she cooked,
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