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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