Memorial (1)

Everyone can see them,

her old clothes

on the branches of the bronze metal

tree

her champagne-coloured blouse

her oyster silk chemise

the black-beaded evening sheath

with the low back

the spider underneath the tree is

concerned that

there will be no room

for the stockings, the pink satin brassiere

and the coat

she covered them up with

once

when she ran past the spider

and into the night