Come join me!
Labor Day Weekend
Early-onset dusk
whiff of brush fire dawn chill
late August again
After hard grieving–
not even the scant solace
of clinging to loss
New nighttime routine:
upright hands-out clamber from
bed to pee or not
Mind-body duet:
playing my limp flute to free
the last stubborn drop
Central Park
Becalmed hillside bench
sharing fitful breezes with
electric scooter
Looking back through tears
irate boy stomps away from
family selfie
Phone buzzes: FaceTime?
Zoom invite? Friend request? Fear
of lost connection
Maple seedpods flee
their helicopter parent
giving chance a whirl
Envoi
Fourteen pills. Tumbler
of fibrous sludge. Antacid
goo. Good day! … Repeat.
