Some of them have weights in the bottom
others have been knocked out.

The dog hair tumbleweed rolls beneath
the coffee table. There are empty glasses
& a weeks worth of post on the table top.

The ashtray needs emptying. They say grief
retreats in time.

A small red-haired child
dressed in a cloak walks
slowly away from you; their green eyes
pierce  the day, the night, tomorrow.