- Hannah Flowers
a withering woman
waiting by the window
rocking chair and walker
juxtaposed by photographs
of contained youth
of nights of tall glasses
and fishnets and golden earrings
and portraits of happy people
by the fireplace and tree
she crochets a scarf
which becomes a shawl
which becomes a blanket
it fills the room with warmth
and she wishes it upon you
wherever you went
wherever you will go
and prays you make your way
stumbling through the door
creaking floorboards leading
to the gift she made for you
but it's a cold and lonely room
one occupying a space for two
but what else would she do?
what else could she do?