What Rough Beast | Poem for March 10, 2020

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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