Untitled 4/23/15

She died;
and at the viewing the backs of his hands
showed that bruising that is purely age as he declared
that there was no one else for him.
I thought he might not know us,
but mine, good heart, invited him to supper.
Yesterday I met him on his lawn
where he walked with careful steps among the beds,
asked after my daughters,
and scattered white fertilizer beads among his flowers,
envy of the neighborhood.

April 23 2015