Bargains # 119 Claine Keily

She would love to be
the kind of woman
who sometimes
had time
to lean her elbows
on the ledge of windows
and forget those
dark with money
forget the bargains
she had to make
with visitors
commit herself instead
to observe the
changing shape of the sun
to watch children play
to hold the transience of life
before her
to no longer return to bed
each night
and sleep like one
on the edge of a knife