Widow in the Portuguese.

She grieves.
Food, drink, flowers
Embraces and condolences.
The mess all gathered up
The friends all gone.
The big poster of Carlos
Dear departed Carlos.
Take it home for the Closet?
Or no.?


Fearfully the approach to Lawyers’
Officialdom.
Probate Madam.
That all hallowed court jazz.
Bring us any last will.
List of relatives.
List of assets (that’s the huge job.)
List of debts.
Current statements on
Those debts.
Any life insurance policies?
Floating around?


Widow is flabbergasted.
English terrifies.
Offices also with their
Plastic floral arrangements
And dark leather recliners.
From some other world.
Receptionist sports fancy
Fingernails.
How could she type letters.
Ever?
Or does she just talk?
And make excuses?