Poems ✍️

JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three
balls.
When I passed the window a month ago, there rested in proud isolation:
A family bible with hasps of brass twisted off, a wooden clock with pendulum
gone,
And a porcelain crucifix with the glaze nicked where the left elbow of Jesus is
represented.
I passed to-day and they were all there, resting in proud isolation, the clock and
the crucifix saying no more and no less than before, and a yellow cat sleeping in
a patch of sun alongside the family bible with the hasps off.
Only the rain washes the dusty three balls in front of Jabowsky's place on a side
street.