
words cannot describe the kind of love that it takes to die for a friend

rumblings of thunder -
weekly garbage pickup and
jets above low clouds

Saturday errand
turns into memory jaunt
candy from childhood

the arc of our lives
if we could just always see
the distance we’ve come
floaters in my eyes
young eye doctor’s assurance:
“common with old age”
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