Saturday 11 AM
Women were gathering the clothes from the wire.
The lady of the house stands by the front door.
One of them holds a suitcase.
The other has a black hat on.
The dead people don’t pay rent.
Helen’s phone line was disconnected.
The bread ring seller calls: “Bread rings,
warm bread rings”. The young violin player by the window.
“Warm, zeroed bread rings”, he says.
He throws his violin down to the sidewalk.
The parrot looks from the shoulder of the baker.
The lady of the house tingles her keys.
The three women enter the house and close the door.
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