as was Rose,
in her plaids
& white blouses,
gray sweater’d
as a cat’s;
& the howling
below 2nd flat
on the street
east to west —
so-called North —
was the buck as
given the vet;
did I know
the table was set
extra guess
more than I
as an iamb
among just as
the same, for
all that that
they say is
to life & no end
ayaladn 