The So What She returned from the Kitchens Ten hours work, and found that her position greatly changed from this morning ten hours gone. And she began her mourning, not for him in his going, run off gone, but for the lost things knowing she wouldn’t find the picture frame, carried off by thieves with no care or name. She gathered the few she found, Memories, Scattered about on the ground And wandered. Gloom 99 return to Poetry 1999