and in brown paperbags
now ironed pants
now cover wrinkles
a quinquagenarian love
his arthritic hand steadies hers
the scissors have been by the sink for forty years
and nail-clippers top drawer bedside table
she doesn't know it, but in three weeks
she will choose his coffin
quality, plain
and in three more
their eldest will choose hers
elegant, modest
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