Eunice makes gnocchi and a biting
Fresh sauce. Old stone buildings insulate
Muffle street sound and sidewalks.
She speaks and speaks
And her apartment absorbs her voice
As it always has. Her clothing and couches
Jars and coffee tins, framed pictures, vases, knit things
Everything soaks in Eunice’s voice and scent,
True students giving themselves up to a teacher,
Despite the endlessness of education.
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