As I stare into
the bright Winter sunshine on
the tearoom floor and
wait for scheduled snow,
I think about our last trip
abroad together.
We were in Bath. You
sat on the hotel patio
and counted passers-
by who leaned on sticks
like you. Gallows humor. Then
you’d go back to bed.
You were resilient.
A sunny chair, dinner at
our favorite place.
The Abbey itself
a few blocks away. Too far.
I’ve come to love you
for the equipoise
of time and eternity
you managed throughout.
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