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This Waltz

I knew my father was home by my mother’s quick tuck into the vanity,
to apply fresh lipstick.

He’d hang up his coat, toss back a shot, then turn to kiss her hello.
Her face, flushed from cooking, turned up to his.

Whatever order the steps, this waltz was theirs.

This Waltz

I knew my father was home by my mother’s quick tuck into the vanity,
to apply fresh lipstick.

He’d hang up his coat, toss back a shot, then turn to kiss her hello.
Her face, flushed from cooking, turned up to his.

Whatever order the steps, this waltz was theirs.

Susanne Sturm

Seattle / Willoughby, OH

 
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