Mrs. de Leon, the aging widow,
At closing time at the local fountain
Where she must for a living wait on youth,
Having only an elementary education,
Shuffles about, arthritic and muttering,
Trying to clean up before going home
The emptied grounds of the morning’s brew
And all the broken straws through which
The young had sipped up the sweets of the earth.

May 26, 1992

 (“November” appeared in the Spring 1999 issue of The Comstock Review, Syracuse NY.)

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