Thursday, June 8, 2023


Starkly in profile
on a bench 
in the park, 

an old woman 
sitting hunched in the 
aggregating dark—

her gaunt, 
tortured fingers, the pallor 
of sunscreen,

knitting where she 
gnaws on an out-
of-season nectarine.

Though silent 
and wearied with her 
quest for its pit, 

a sticky voice 
cuts the glum 
dusk air to bid you—

do not forget:
in your life 
there is someone 

even now, whom you love
that you need to
call and check on.