Vol 7, Num 21 :: 2008.11.21 — 2008.12.05
Some summer evenings
I can feel your heart
beating a rhythm of deep
contentment inside of me.
Life is good.
Life is complete.
Life is worth living.
I like it small these days
slow and unadulterated
no longer corrupt or
morally bankrupt.
A rich life
with thorny roses
paper obligations
and actual responsibilities.
Although we never
met travel puts
life into perspective.
I imagine you
smelled like sheets
pinned on clotheslines.
I picture you
squeezing lemonade
into thick glass pitchers.
I can see your
hydrangeas drooping
in the side yard.
I can smell the rain
moving down your
small town street.
These are daydreams
because you left early
to make room for me.
You left your goodness
with my mother
and I thank you.
Through her I know
we shared the pain
of a loved one lost.
The ups and downs
of a tireless life
The gift of faith
and all of its challenges.
And I know a century of change
doesn’t add up to much
when you’re counting your
blessings on your front porch.
We both wanted the
same things didn’t we?
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