Spring Cleaning
The porch light
in her head
has gone out. No
welcome for him
anymore.
He shifts…
tosses and turns
on cardboard boxes
that once held the
future, but
no more.
She sees him
in the gutter
through the bay windows
of her mind,
unrecognized
as the man she
once held
between her thighs.
Her great revenge
against the
bum who dared to
change.
27 September 1997 © Jonathan Russell