.In the afternoon she sits and waits for him to come
Two swollen ankles count the time, nervous fingers trace
Across the cold linoleum, the kitchen wall
Receives her sigh, "Oh, can you hear me, Joe?"
She tries to call across the veil, her lips are trembling now
Can't hear his.
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