Poem: "Husband" by Pamela Harrison

Husband

​With his right hand
he slipped the key
into his shirt pocket,
over his heart, a little bulge
in the starch of it.
This, across a breakfast table
lit by a vase of Purple asters
and the season’s last veined leaves.
Lost world. Lost world.
That single motion
would, long after,
be the sign of all
he could not save.

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Pamela Harrison reads "Husband"