Leftovers

The gray cat keeps watch by the window, staring at a sunless day.

Her head turns, ears on alert, when two juncos alight on the deck.

The Christmas tree’s colored lights garish in the morning.

Half-drunk bottles of cabernet litter the kitchen counter,

red carnations in the table settings have gone limp.

Please don’t ask about the children, no longer children, now men,

back at their own digs. We’ve haven’t heard from them

since they packed up their gifts and the leftovers in plastic tubs.

They could be sleeping all, day, or filling out job applications,

or heaving weights at the gym. Might be watching You Tube,

how to cook favorite foods of The Wire. Any hope

of grandchildren on the horizon is misguided, don’t ask about that, either.

Extreme climate: eight degrees at eight a.m. The President

won’t stop tweeting. I watch the juncos, brave against the cold.

~Lynne Viti

 

Originally published in the South Florida Poetry Journal, January 2018 issue

 

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