The Widow Lester
by admin on Nov.16, 2013, under Syndicated from the Web
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I was too old to be married,
but nobody told me.
I guess they didn’t care enough.
How it had hurt, though, catching bouquets
all those years!
Then I met Ivan, and kept him,
and never knew love.
How his feet stunk in the bed sheets!
I could have told him to wash,
but I wanted to hold that stink against him.
The day he dropped dead in the field,
I was watching.
I was hanging up sheets in the yard,
and I finished.
Ted Kooser
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