The Innkeeper's Wife | Sojourners

The Innkeeper's Wife

A poem.

I reckon it was the girl,
not more than fourteen. Those eyes.

Something made him stop his talk,
hoist down the lantern and mutter out with them.

And that was one sour night—
dust and wind, things banging;

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