Aunt Rose

now-might

I see you

with

your

thin

face

and buck tooth

smile

and pain

of rheumatism

and a long black

heavy shoe

for your

bony

left

leg

limping down

the long hall

in Newark

on the running

carpet

past

the black

grand piano

in the

 day room

where the

parties were

and I sang

 Spanish

 loyalist

 songs

in a high

squeaky

voice