Reading: Widow's Walk

They call it the
Widow’s walk—

The roof-deck 
Where the forlorn 
Pace,

Wear smooth its planks,

Receive 
Over weeks 
The arrival of 
Never—
 
These months,

Which we took for our 
Lookout—now

Our school
For unlearning
Old hopes

Stripped by the wind 
From our hands,

Borne over
The dunes  
Like a 
Lost veil

June 2025