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Visiting

“Time does not finish a poem.”
    ~ Jack Spicer, Part IV of “Imaginary Elegies” (1955)

Give a reason, if you can
Why I had to lose my man
To cancer all those years ago.
But thanks for listening. Next we go
Meet Ernestine who used to play
Pipe organs. Now she spends her day
With silence, reads the prophets grimly:
Since no member of her family
Outsurvived her, these are kin.
Here comes Helen, she starts in
On one young man: O you remind
Me of my husband. Are you kind
And decent, as he was to me?
Come along and let us see
The roses. Take my arm and let
Us talk awhile. Don’t forget
Me when you leave. I won’t, I say,
Returning where the others stay.
Let’s head back to the church now guys.
Christy turns her head and cries:
“Bye old fogies” from the bus.
One day, dear, this shall be us.

Thanks always returns

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