Rose Willow
Dwindling
aromas of cinnamon and nutmeg
mixed with sour milk and mold
linger in mother earth’s pantry
while bedroom life slows
she shuffles around on her axis
takes the last Kleenex, or perhaps
a Scotties, from the last tree
dabs at a tear near her dimple
high on her cheek
lowers onto a rotting wooden bench
and from a sliver of vision
watches the plastic tide roll in
Rose Willow lives and writes near the Salish Sea on the west coast of Canada. Her poetry has appeared in several anthologies and literary magazines including Ascent Aspirations, Portal, Spring, SoftCartel, The Society, Horticulture, Saskatchewan History Magazine, and Incline. Willow lives on Vancouver Island, in British Columbia.
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