I’ve got a date
According to my calendar,
Although I can’t be sure of anything –
It shuffles my appointments
When I’m not looking.
It’s Tuesday the 27th
Or it’s Sunday the 14th,
And I’ve had a tooth pulled
By a plumber who’s due to fix
My wedding anniversary.
But I must ready myself.
I am a woman after all.
My, the water’s soft and fragrant.
What to wear? The winter’s made a mess
Of my black spring dress.
He will arrive at dusk
On a white mare with a silver mane.
I will step between the shadows,
A widow by accident,
And begin my lifelong apology.
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