Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
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Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
Stalled out. He comes. Starts
car. Buys breakfast. Drops what he’s
doing. Just for me.
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.
Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.
If all we have in
common is our kids, that’s not
an enduring match.