joanne's kitchen smells of the drying lilac
hanging in sheaves from the low hanging rafters
between the colander and frying pans
a curled tabby cat on a chair at the head of the table
yawns as we enter - a single curling claw extends and contracts
everything from the gypsy roses hand-painted on the units
to the gently distressed oak table has her mark -
a studiously balletic grace of respectful age and art
and the tinge on inheritance
that the lilacs cannot disguise
The Blue Book
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