Effie sat propped up in bed, reading
by lamp light, but could not concentrate
on words.She could think only
of Priscilla, her dearest friend,
lying ill six blocks away.
The children were asleep, Jim had gone
to town board meeting, and silence
wrapped the house like a heavy cloak.
Effie looked up to rest her eyes.A man
stood in the doorway to the dining room.
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,friendship