the white glove
so, she shrugged and turned with a smile
for the truth had been there all the while
covered with dirt from head to toe
put hand to mouth as she said “i know”
the look on his face was purely distraught
she watched his brain race thought to thought
he dropped the shovel and began to weep
she picked it up and knocked him to sleep
then shovel in hand and glove in the other
she swept over dirt to be sure it would smother
leaving the scene in lack of much haste
she left a white glove so perfectly placed.
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