On Display Behind the Bar

She sells the Italian villa—
a warm, peaceful capture
of a late Sunday morning
in all its lazy anticipation.

The dirt road leads
the eye away.
It will be gone soon.
She will need to find

a new way to escape
the mismatched framing
of her unsettled youth.
A snapshot of her thumbprint

will replace the photos
she found of her grandmother’s
hallongrottor that the thief swiped
from her wine cellar

on the same night
her lover drowned

in his truck
during the last flood. The next
time, she will not be
so unprepared.

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