OLD WOMAN IN A HOUSECOAT



An old woman in
a floor-length housecoat
has become sunset
to me, west-facing.
Turquoise, sage, or rose,
she leans out of her
second floor window,
chin slumped in her palm,
and gazes at the
fenced property line
between us, the cars
beached in the driveway,
the creeping slide of
light across shingles.
When the window shuts,
dusk becomes blush and
bruises, projected
on vinyl siding.
Housecoats breathe across
the sky like frail clouds.


Georgiana Cohen, a writer and journalist living in Boston.
from "Cream City Review," 2004
"You may bury my body down by the highway side, so my old evil spirit can get a Greyhound bus and ride."
~ sung by Robert Johnson
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