Sera wipes the counter clean.

 

a silhouette

wanders through

tuna fish casseroles

 

drifts back to

empty home

with just a note

after three years          

 

Sera.   

I look at her nametag.

Do you pronounce that Sarah?

 

she barely nods

blue plate special

heavy on her arm

 

notepad    pencil

worn dress    white shoes

 

shrouded dreams lost

behind coke bottle glasses

she squints at today

 

while drifting out

to vacant fields

with empty barn eyes

 

lone wolf   

howling in the hills