The Milk Saucer
by
T.D. Richards
The
old woman cries out in her sleep
to
the old man who has gone, leaving
his
ears in the drawer. She opens her
eyes,
and the cat with a broken heart
is
pressed against her mottled skin
stroking
her thin wrist with breath.
She
recalls tiger lilies in the green
depression
glass vase he won at
carnival--tossing pennies
into
the milk
saucer.
Bio: “I have lived in Indiana most of my life. I
have had three careers that have lead me to value the importance of
observation, hence my love of poetry now.”