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204 the widows’ handbook Curios Regina Murray Brault The trailer-park widow tidies her lot, dusts rootless roses that fade on her lawn. She’s like the bower bird tending her plot listening to wind chimes from sunset to dawn. The bird scatters stone, colorful feather tempting her mate with bright pieces of hope. The widow shuns chill, rose-fading weather, Brown-study leaves on the metal roof’s slope. She scatters crumbs of stale conversation, Carries her cobwebs away on her broom. Bower bird preens her new generation. Widow caresses a red plastic bloom. Wind chimes are ringing, the autumn wind blows tracks in the dust over feather and rose. ...

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