© Daah Oliveira 


Habit, routine…
She went to the store each morning
the store employees all know her by name.
One apple, a quart of cream
perhaps a sweet treat once and awhile.
She walks back to her apartment
her husband died many years ago
her heart still beats for him…
and only him.
Habit, routine…
It’s all the samne
Isn’t it? ~jh 

image (c)Daah Oliveira 2012 ~ poem (c)Jennifer Hillman 2012 ~ all rights reserved.
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