Deborah Ager


Alone - Poem by Deborah Ager

Over the fence, the dead settle in
for a journey. Nine o'clock.
You are alone for the first time
today. Boys asleep. Husband out.

A beer bottle sweats in your hand,
and sea lavender clogs the air
with perfume. Think of yourself.
Your arms rest with nothing to do

after weeks spent attending to others.
Your thoughts turn to whether
butter will last the week, how much
longer the car can run on its partial tank of gas.

Comments about Alone by Deborah Ager

  • Nick Kler (2/26/2017 5:03:00 AM)

    And here I thought I could write.....Beautiful (Report) Reply

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  • Luka Martin Dezmalj (1/31/2016 9:50:00 AM)

    I like this one.. :) (Report) Reply

  • Captain Herbert Poetry (4/24/2014 11:23:00 PM)

    A message of the scarcity of life (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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