A
Long Sunset
She
sighs at the sight
Of
a long black wire,
Of
a long red wire,
Dangling
and disjoined
From
the corroded dead battery.
She
remembers
A
quick temper,
A
surly look,
And
some sailor-talk
From
the man who never finished this repair,
As
the grass longs for the reaper,
And
the old dented car falls into rust,
The
long shadows of his ghost
Help
close another day.
Left
behind, alone
On
her faded porch,
With
its peeled paint
And
long memories,
She
stands, looking on.