Agatha Poem by John Ackerman

she lived near the sea of tranquility
transfixed in her mind of superstitous means
a black cat would be her only companion
sits in a high loft pier looking over the deck
sadness in here eyes she has a deep dark secret
there was once a murder in her heart
to impart a light fixture the casual haze
footsteps in the corridor a scent of perfumed excursion
she was ready to gaze into outer space but then
footsteps leading to the back of her sofa

the day was in full bloom when she noticed the stranger
for it was a rebel who needed solace for the night
Agatha took heart and made soup for this wanderer
poured out lemonade with much ice to help quench his thirst
the strangers name was Alfred he was on vacation when he lost direction
forgeting to take his medication he was frantic and wandered in Agathas home
after many hours the stranger left leaving behind a priceless locket
for in it was a picture of his mother together as a youth
Agatha was surprised of the event tat unfolded
treasured the memories deep with her heart
she at last sat down and reflected with a gun in her hand