Vacancy
Up stairs of hot concrete, at the solid corner
of the building, above an asphalt court,
is the room they lived in, empty. Very light.
The sun slants through the jammed louvers
in bars, warming the floor she swept.
The air is thin inside.
He had packed and boxed everything-tied
twine all one morning. They had kept
so much, and what they had lost he found
when he cleaned. He wasn't sure what had been hers
so he left only hangers. Then he closed all the doors
and came back down to the ground.