Suzanne Barse

She slept across from her

That’s how I knew her

I didn’t know much about her

Except that she slept across from her

Months turn into years

Decades past

A rediscovery made

In one of the most nontraditional senses

And there she was

Still only a memory

Of a woman who slept across from her

With new light

Caring about her mother

So active

So warm

She didn’t just sleep

Across from her

Anymore

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.29.11:17:29@130BklynNYC