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Preludes to England

The Wooden Widow

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Shirley crossed the street and wandered into a shop that sold the idle things one would find on a coffee table if they happened to know someone that owned one. Her eyes at first fell upon a sour brown figure of a woman in a twist of motion as if she were dancing. Many years ago a carpenter in the midst of a famous divorce caressed a wooden block with a knife and chisel until a woman appeared though she did not look at him. He set her upon a marble base and left her by a window while time went and consumed him.
The sun’s a red rose
But “still” she danced
A window framed her pose
But “still” she danced.
A wooden widow with
no death to beckon her with freedom.