As he glides, his life reduced To this, back and forth, Or this, forth and back, He rubs rheumy eyes, Recalls shades drawn, Young skin red with fever, Made brittle as a twig. Her cooling fingers Light and feathered, Ten fronds of fern. Who was it Who touched him last, A person inspired Not by […]

There’s such a thing as too old, There really is, you confided, And I nodded, willingly enough. (I did not believe, and you knew it.) But I’m older, now, each day closer To understanding, to sight. I saw darkness fall, shuttering Your sickly eyes, your waiting books. You mourned them silently, As was your way. […]