A hospital gown wadded up,
impatiens shedding spicy red petals
like drops of blood
on the waxed floor.
Bottles filling the medicine cabinet,
no longer needed.
The kitchen table scratched
with coffee cooled in a saucer.
A jar of honey on the counter,
beside the sofa, a Bible.
Three packs of chewing tobacco,
a red bandana, overalls
stained with motor oil, flannel
jacket hanging on the doorknob.
Three suits, two white long-sleeved
shirts and ties in the closet.
An empty leather wallet,
social security number inscribed
on metal ID, a Medicare card,
and a 50-year-old photo
of a blonde hugging her husband
dressed in his CCC's uniform.