I didn’t really know her
Other than to see her
Out in the yard
On rare occasions.
She was bent and slow
Quiet and unassuming
Her little house, on the list for new roof, new siding
Like so many in the path of the storm
Then a couple black and whites
Show up on a Saturday morning
Along with a slow gentleman
And a lady leaning on a cane
Looking, peering in windows and doors
Knocking & waiting... looking and talking
Officer kicking in the door
Seeking contact seemingly lost
Waiting and shuffling outside
Too long, not too long, it’s been so long
The officer, the gentleman
A slow walk to the leaning lady
A sunny January day
Marred by tears and hugs
As another elderly neighbor
Moves on without packing
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