So
much of worth gone into the upper
rooms
the third story creaking around
where
I bring milk cut under the tap
in the
kitchen where the milkwater
draining
in the basin below is heard
from
the higher lead pipes and a gentle
clanking
sent back like shaking your head
to
mean ‘yes.’ So much tending to unroll
on the
wood floors and snub the beds even
as the
rooms grow cold and still colder and still
