Border crossing

We're in a time of borders crossed

or about to be crossed.

The yard is past the tipping point--

there's no recovering from forsythia--

but as yet we only sometimes think

about telephone calls.

He's sleeping more.

Meanwhile, her gown is hanging on the bathroom door

to get the wrinkles out,

and tomorrow she'll walk across the stage.

Reading life always brings us to the turning of its pages.