ashes to ashes – May 29

5.29

The plain paper package rests

on the kitchen table, eighteen inches

high by six across. Cylindrical,

Inviting. shoosh, shoosh, shoosh,

 

My neighbor having sat down to

coffee and a chat, notes the odd

sound from within as I lift and

move it. shoosh, shoosh, shoosh.

 

What do you think it is, he asks

fondling it on the way by.

I think it’s Mrs. Robbins, I reply. 

shoosh, shoosh, shoosh.

 

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