Tuesday, 24 April 2007

Hoping by Christine Bruness

His white dress shirt
I washed and ironed
after his father's funeral
stayed on a hanger
neatly
in the cellar
for weeks on end...
Tonight
I finally entombed it
safely
in the back
of his closet
hoping
he won't need
it again
any time soon.



Christine Bruness, NJ, USA

2 comments:

Nia said...

Wow!!! I love the ambiguity of this one. It's fantastic.

Crafty Green Poet said...

HI Nia, yes that's what drew me to this poem too!