Whatever that is.
I don't pretend to know.
Don't think I haven't
tried to fold the socks
in neat pairs and stacked
the chipped blue rimmed bowls
and matching plates
inside the cupboard.
For years I have fed
the black and white dog
who barks whenever
the doorbell rings.
I filled the calendar
with important dates,
snipped daisies
blooming in the garden
beside the house, arranged
them in a glass vase
sitting in the sunlight
on the kitchen windowsill.
Marjory Heath Wentworth
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