Coffee and pine-sol meander through stale air.

Musty New York Times and National Geographics

lay stacked in disarray on Queen Anne chairs.


There is no court here – no surrender to ordered protocols.

Just remnants of memory,

pieces adrift in the air,

dancing through lace curtains in the setting sun.


Night comes soon enough – endless night,

when evening habit calls

from a darkened bedroom

and forgetfulness and a misplaced self seeks refuge.


A lace doily lingers

on a battered white table.

No symmetry spoils its placement.

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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