Jim Freeman
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At the Window

A small inheritance from my brother
and what does it mean?
It means he loved me, found me needy
late in life
That he has stood at the window and moved on
and now I am the next in line
and will move on like him
with nothing left to give

It means the small cold feeling
of a printer cartridge run out
or unexpected electric bills
need no longer turn me to panic
He smiles at me from a photograph
the only one I have and puts his arm around me
Taking care of my careless self
Grins his grin and winks and leaves the window

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