After the Funeral
We opened closets and bureau drawers
and packed away, in boxes, dresses and shoes,
the silk under things still wrapped in tissue.
We sorted through cedar chests. We gathered
and set aside the keepsakes and the good silver
and brought up from the coal cellar
jars of tomato sauce, peppers, jellied fruit.
We dismantled, we took down from the walls,
we bundled and carted off and swept clean.
Goodbye, goodbye, we said, closing
the door behind us, going our separate ways
from the house we had emptied,
and which, in the coming days, we would fill
again and empty and try to fill again.
Listening Long and Late
University of Pittsburgh Press
Copyright © 2013 by Peter Everwine
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission