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
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Reading: Widow's Walk
July 1, 2025
Jul 02, 2025
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