
The black cat sits and
watches, observing what’s out
there. Is that a bird?
“You’re a neophyte.” “But I’ll learn.”
My date strutted in. Long night.
She gingerly picked up broken glass.


Flowers of spring and
summer make way for autumn
leaves, then winter snow


She missed dancing. Only memories now.
I listened. Faint heartbeat. Still alive.
“There’s no panacea for my pain.”
The egg began to crack open.
“Dad has dementia. I’m his proxy.”